Sabotage: A Roc Royal Story

It's Hard Wanting What's Taken

My name is Destini & i'm seventeen years old. My mother is a wise, wise woman. She once said, " You can't help who you're in love with. It just happens." and boy, was she right. But, I have a word of advice for you...

It's Hard Wanting What's Taken.

I lay in bed lifeless on a saturday morning, staring at the print on my pillowcase, slightly drooling on my pillow. This is how my days are spent since she came in. But, I won't spend my time thinking about irrelevance, I might as well get up and do something with my life. But, then again, it's too much work getting out of bed & getting cute. Like, for what? So he can give you one glance, then return to the game of suck face he was playing with his ho-... nevermind. What happened to being bestfriends?

I yank myself out of bed & take a nice hot shower. I want you to know that I really enjoy showers. it's like, a kiss from the rain. I wash my body & my hair and do all that nice jazz you do when you're getting ready. I got dressed in my room,putting on whatever i found. Of course, it looked nice. I've recently found that i have a knack for putting shit together & it all just working out. Im a boss & shit so like, i mean, what do you expect?

Calmly, and in no rush at all, I walk downstairs & open the cabinet. guess what I found.... absofuckingloutly nothing, so I guess I'm pedaling breakfast for myself. I walk to the refridgerator and grab a caprisun, closing it and watching a little piece of paper float to ground. I stood over it, because im obviously too much of a lazy twat to pick it up & read it.

Dessi.

I took Airen & Aiden out today, just to hang out... find something to keep them occupied. there's no food, but i'll try to pick up groceries soon but till then, eat a bowl of Cap'N Crunch ( that is, if they aren't stale) I would've invited you to tag alng but youre so damn cranky in the mornings and i didn't feel like being bothered with all that, but i still lub chu... why don't you go hang out with Chresanto today, i havent seen him in a while, anyways, i love you DOT.

Mammi Mams.

I blew out a huge breathe and kicked the note under the refridgerator. I finished my caprisun & grabbed my carkeys from off of the Island and headed out to my car. I got inside & put on my seatbelt, putting the resraint behind my back. I started the car & started driving down the streets. I don't even know where I feel like going... all i know is i'm hungry, thirsty, and bored as shit. I think you should know one of my favorite words is shit, along with, fuck, nipple, damnit, bitch, cunt & twat. I don't really use the last two that often, but my vocabulary is still, quite colorful. Wait, why am I talking to you like we are just meeting eachother & trying to become bestfriends. You don't need to know everything about me... i think that's best.

I'm still driving around in my car, listening to my ipod. Frank Ocean. That's my nigga, i likes him... he's the shit. sick beat, nice voice, he's my nigga.. wait i just said that, my bad. Anyways, i'm just you know, trucking, and singing, moving my head to the beat.

I've had this black suit on, roaming around like im ready for a fune....ral...

1 more mile til' the road runs out...I'm about to drive in the ocean...

Imma try to swim away from something, bigger than me...

Take off my shoes, and swim good.... and swim good...

Take off this suit, and swim good..... swim good

I pulled up to an IHop, and parked in a handicapped spot, why, cause I mean, who the fuck is gone stop me? I got out of my car and walked into the place, filled with people. I got a table for one and some extra peppy broad led me to my table. It was meant to seat two people, but I'm alone. But i know who SHOULD be sitting in that seat across from me.