Compare to the Ocean Blue...

It's just something I'm working on.... -Batz(:

Preface:

Sometime's all you need in life is someone...just someone to listen to you. But, what if that's asking for a bit too much.

'Life sucks. Then it get's easy.' Or, atleast i was told that. Who know's anymore. I really would like to meet someone who has a perfect life and compare. What did I do wrong?

Memories...that's what cuts through my mind racing a million light speed a second. All in a timed race with eachother not caring what it may cause as a reaction to my body and whole if i remember what i saw ''then'', just molding all together. Forming some type of blob, some mutant form too abnormal of a thought to be classifed as a clear memory. It sometimes gets too much. Memory after memory. All wanting me to react a certain way. Feeling sadness followed by a joy then anger. Until, it's just lost of emotion. I just want it all to...stop! But...when it does all that's there is lost of emotion. Nothing.

"Come on, dude! Writing again? Get your damn mind out of the shitty place you call-" "Shut up, El. Before I shut you up with good reason." Arguing was barely within hearing of this world and my thoughts. Followed by the pair of seats infront of me being taken by two of the few people who keep me grounded to the world, but then again they also are the main reason I wish the world was flat so I could just jump of the edge getting lucky and escaping them. But, nevertheless they keep me grounded. Elliot Regans, "El" 'cause Elliot isn't a cool enough name. And, sounds like a girls name. Which, most of the time he's just about as whiny as a average four-year old girl. Go figure. And, Stacy Anderson. I sometimes think she's El's protector because she might be the only reason I have yet send El to the Stars....and on a trip to the moon...with my fist smashing into his face first. I don't know how he's even alive now. "Sorry, guys I was trying to clear my head." I muttered running my hand through my dark hair, a habit of mine. Frankly, I was trying to ignore the world and Mr. Lurge with his 'theory of life', which I don't think anyone should hear, without preparing to be sent to a asylum right after.

"Hey, check out who actually come to class", Stacy drawled out with annoyance while she glared at the brunette who just walked in and quickly took the seat in the first chair front row avoiding all contact with rest of the class. 'Alison...' I stared longing to the occupant of  the first seat. Yeah, we had history-or rather were history. She's the reason I actually saw the memories and found out how I really was...

I know it's short...leave a comment if I should go on. -Batz(: