My birthdays coming up in five days, which I am not looking forward to. It's not like I have the best friends ever but they are my family. I was born on 4th of July. Every year my parents would take me to see the fireworks, we'd ooooou and ahhhhhh at how pretty they were. Sometimes I use to imagine myself in the stars watching from above and not below, but I haven't really gone in a while, not after mom and dad.
They say it was a drunk driver, and I tried to find a way to make it not his fault, but every time my mind took me back to ripping his fucking heart out through his chest, I know that makes me seem a little crazy, but it hurts you know, why couldn't he get what they got a painful unseen circumstances for me ripping his fucking heart out.
Sorry, there I go again. Ranting on about it. I moved in with my grandparents when I turned 18, they thought I would be better off with them instead of my uncle. Considering he's a piece of shit at taking care of kids. This summer should be better than the last one with him, new faces, new friends, and more fights.
There was a new boy, who just moved in next to us, his names jack, I can sometimes see him changing through his bedroom window. He caught me once, as I stared at his chiseled statue body, thinking about what I'd do to him and what I wanted him to do to me, he always replied with the faintest smile. He knew I was looking at him and he liked to be looked at.
And god knows I loved to 👀 look.
Damn it, not again
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RomanceCyrus is just trying to live life one step at a time, moving in with his parents just might be a good thing for him considering his health, but his summer just might change when the new kid moves in next door to him.
