prologue

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My busy mind separates me from the world,my father says I'm a special child,while my mother says I just need therapy or a good beating.    Sometimes I'm there,but I'm not,I'd rather have conversations in my head than with a real person ,so it's no surprise that I'm odd,I don't feel bad about it though,I mean,what do they have that I don't?Just cause they have fun all the time,know how to make a room lively,look good all the time,and have a good social life or life in general doesn't make them better than me ..right? I mean I'm not even taking notes..yes I am
But,if you have a father like mine the world would never get to you,after a long day he'd always be there,he has always been there,he says I'm destined for great things and I shouldn't change myself for anything in the world. He could read my thoughts and he has the brightest smile.
    my mum says back in the day his bad word choice almost cost them their first date when he tried to compliment her, saying her eyes were beautiful and they remind him of his dog's..now this doesn't sound too bad,but then have you seen his dog?....anywayss except that he's just perfect and as pathetic as it sounds He's my best friend

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