*Bzz bzz* The alarm is getting off. I reach for the phone that lies on my nightstand and with tired eyes I shut it off. A new day with new possibilities was waiting. Well, maybe not today since all I'll probably do is sit inside and re-watch my favourite series.
It was summerbreak and as usual I had nothing planned. I didn't really feel like I would want to make plans and socialize with people anyway so it was better to keep distance.
I got out of bed and went to the kitchen to eat something.
After breakfast I quickly logged onto the blog I have. Lame, I know. Why would a 17 year old boy have a blog? Sooo wierd. But okay, so the reason I have it is because I enjoy writing, a lot and I just really need a place that's my free place to write how I feel, my opinions and what ever shit that comes to my mind.'RosesArentRed' was my username, it's a quite long explanation behind it. Long story short, it symbolizes that even the prettiest things doesn't show its true colour.
"Sigh, again? Don't they ever get tired of this?" I mumbled to myself as I ran the cursor over the latest viewers of my blog. It was one of them. "Them" was my former best friends. We had quite the history, a good history until they decided to turn their backs on me and act like I was the bad guy in this. I never got an explanation to why they treated me like crap but I don't give a fuck about that or them anymore.
They hurt me and don't deserve my time.
I have no idea why they are stalking me everywhere but it's probably because in rage I wrote shitloads of things about them but they are not so innocent either. I did at least admit my mistakes.
Enough about that, they were stalking me and was harassing me on other webistes.I started an episode of Supernatural but only watched about 10 minutes before I got interrupted by my phone. It was Alicia, my girlfriend.
We talked for almost an hour and we made plans that she would come over on Saturday when she was back in town for a while. Her family dragged her along on all sorts of trips in the summer, mostly out to their cabin where there was bad reception. I think her parents did that on purpose 'cause they didn't seem to like me at all. Hah, their loss.(This is just some empty writing I don't know what to do with. It's probably a really boring start but I'll get to it!)
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Leave Me Be
Teen Fiction17 year old Sam runs a blog called RosesArentRed where he write his feelings and opinions. One day he posted a little extreme post where he in rage explained how he felt when his best friends, the ones he thought he could trust, just left him alone...