I constantly wonder if we're all truly able to actually love someone, even if it is ourselves. I can tell it hurts very very much to love ourselves and it could probably become the hardest thing to do when it must be a priority. After all I'm just like everybody else just a teenager who fell in love with another teenager.
As teenagers we tend to do stupid things all the time and it's even worst when alcohol gets involved. God I hate alcohol. We end up breaking people apart by breaking ourselves. I'm sorry to disappoint you but this is not one of those vampire survival teenage dramas, it's the story of a pretty normal guy who fell in love with another guy. My name is Andy and yesterday my boyfriend made out with one of our girl friends at a party. All I wish right now is for you to be able to reply back and tell me what to do! You know, it really is difficult to sleep this way... Overthinking. It's 3:12 am luckily it's already Sunday so I don't need to wake up early. One less thing to worry about, half a million to go.
Everything started almost a year ago. May 28th my first generation's party day. I woke up that day exited about everything. See, at my high school these "generation parties" are THE most important parties of the whole goddamned senior year. There are two of those parties along the year, one at the beginning the girls of the generation throw the first party and make it huge. The second party is in charge of the boys of the generation, I know... pretty sexist, still it's a really awesome tradition that's passed generation to generation.
All my school day was as boring and basic as they all are, I just wanted it to pass by fast so when it finally came to an end, the bell rang and as soon as everyone was on the sidewalks near by the lockers everyone rushed screaming "PARTY'S ONNNN" and so many different things referring to a party. I literally smashed myself to the wall to avoid the crowd, and waited till every savage was gone.
I took my phone out and ordered my uber to come pick me up. I went home and started getting everything ready (there's a sleep over right after the party, there's plenty of sex and crazy people around) I took my sleeping bag, a sweater and some cigarettes to help me relax a bit after everything.
It was time to go to a friend's house, there was a bus that's taking the whole generation to the party place so our friend's house was the picking up zone. When the bus arrived the girls came out of the bus with vodka bottles and water guns filled with Smirnoff. They gave us t-shirts as a memory (I lost it during the party)
We all got in the bus, the music was loud and everyone was screaming, shouting and dancing. Some where drunk already.
I remember I went to the back of the bus and sat over all of the backpacks used them as beds.
That's when I got that notification on my phone of a new guy that added me in Snapchat, he sent me a picture, a selfie and then said it was a mistake. I remember I got all exited about the picture because I knew the guy was from my high-school, he was a year younger than me. He later became the love of my life.
