I got the stain out. Now im a mess. Pink and blue dont mix together. Blue and black does.
Black goes with everything, Except for one thing; or i rather say person.
HIM.
Him is the boy of my dreams.
He's an alien like me. He laughs with all the things i think are funny. He finds me not different from him, but different from the other evil people in the world. He makes me feel like a kid in a silly dream.
He's a fantasy. A boy of dreams.
the boy of MY dreams.
Yea, he's not real.
I wash off my face; its dirty.
Has it been that long? It might have been. weeks since i washed my face. It's probably cause...
I gave in.
I gave in my tears and sadness and sorrow. But why should i be sad? Im not privillaged enough to have feelings that people don't descirbe the situation i am in. I am not sad.
I have no emotions. I'm just a defect remember? a defect.
But i guess it doesnt matter to HIM. HIM is so perfect.
But its not HIM that stands outside the girls bathroom door.
Its Matt.
Matthew Dodger.
YOU ARE READING
Is this Really it?
RomanceUh... I dont know... Its a story? i guess... Its oc with oc! It maybe sad, or happy. I dont know! i guess i just have to write a story then! See u in the other side. :) ( please ignore my grammar mistakes. Again English was not my first language...
