Lonely {Hemmings}

Gay Taboo Tiger

Journal Entry 1

Have you ever noticed how everyone is the same?

I feel like I see the same people everywhere.

The same haircuts, the same face, the same body and the same clothes.

It's like where all copies.

We have been forcefully jammed into life's copy machine and now where all just different colors of $5.00 pieces of paper from Office Depot.

I feel as though I am the same too.

I'm blonde and I have blue eyes and I wear the same band shirts every week.

Just like every other 18 year old.

I am a copy.

And, look out, YOU MAY JUST BE ONE TOO.

However, I have something that not everyone possesses.

I am, in some way, a pink diamond, or a blue crab.

I feel like I'm like, a rare species in this small neighborhood.

My small neighborhood sits on the edge of Sydney, Australia just waiting for something to happen.

Its vacancy stirs me to agony.

My friend, Calum, is here though.

I had other friends but they are currently gone.

Ashton was one of them, he just randomly left to L.A one day for reasons unknown.

Michael is in jail, he killed some girl that I didn't know.

I went to her funeral though, she was quite pretty.

Her cherry red hair clashed harshly with the white colored insides of the casket.

Her hair resembled a sharp stripe on the back of a tiger, waiting to be touched by the hands of an ignorant creature.

Maybe that's what Michael is, an ignorant creature.

He was the rabbit that wanted to caress the red stripes, to feel them in-between his finger tips and have the desirable fur all to himself.

He is just the same as me.

I desire to have fur to myself too.

But, in some way I am the fur; I am the taboo hair on the back of a tiger spine.

I have taboo written all over me.

I am gay.

I like penis and I have a penis.

Crazy, right?

Better get the lighter and gasoline, here comes the homo.

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oh dang.

AND THE MOM WILL BE NICE IN THIS ONE BC LIZ HEMMINGS IS MY MOM OK