It could have been the unavoidable and inevitable boredom that plagued me and pushed me toward this downward spiral, this haze I found myself buried in. And even through this I couldn't bring myself to care. I mean, why should I? I felt so good.
Unrecognizable faces blurred around me, and I was vaguely aware of the pair of hands wandering over me. It meant nothing, and I went along with it, dancing against the stranger as strobe lights flashed. I could feel my heart beating in my chest, it was so loud and I could have sworn it was thumping in sync with the heavy beat that echoed around the tight and congested room.
I felt on top of the world in my own downfall.
I should have cared more, but I didn't. I could only pardon my behavior by reassuring myself that it wasn't my fault that I ended up this way and excusing any negative thought that tried to push past my euphoric haze.
I'm having the time of my life.
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Super Rich Kids (BoyxBoy)
Подростковая литератураFrom an outside perspective nineteen year old Alexander Richmond is seemingly living the good life. His family is a symbol of endless money and glorious wealth, but that is only the exterior. Beyond that, and behind closed doors Alexander is bored...
