if you walk past me on the street, you wouldn't take a second glance. on the surface, i look like your average 15 year old schoolboy, not the most dashing but i get by. that's what you see on the surface.
inside my body, a war is raging on, more fierce than anything you've ever seen. who's involved in the war, you may ask? well, it's a war between me and my hormones. as i walk by everything, i have a strong urge to rub up against it, be it a tree, a pissing dog, or a mannequin.
such is the struggles of a pubescent boy. fortunately for me, there's no one hot in my class. i hope that won't change, not with the new transfer student coming today.
i walk with my head down, trying to keep attention away from my scarred face, filled with souvenirs of battles lost,of what has passed (pimple scars), and what is yet to come (acne). puberty has ravaged my body, leaving me oily, stinky and most importantly, very, very, pimply.
this is the story of my life, and if you think this was bad, just wait. my life is full of shit and bad things are always happening to me.
honestly, how could this get any worse?
YOU ARE READING
the diaries of a pubescent boy
Humoralex tan has problems controlling the demands of his puberty
