Wickedskater Stories

"He hoped and he wished it, but it didn't fall in his lap. So, he ain't even here. He pretends that.." I pull the headphones off from around my head . The hook is probably on by now, but I don't care to hear it . I pause the song since my headphones are too loud so I can concentrate. "I'm losing my person/All I'm doing is being a servant/It's like I'm losing/My purpose/I'm never gonna be worth it/Everybody else is just perfect/.." I jotted down on the water stained paper. The colors started to blend the more that I looked at it . I folded the paper and slid it into my shoe box that my blue and black Converse came in. It was around 2:34 a.m . I started to get tired so, I layed down on my bed which was placed on crates . I looked at my drawn on, purple wallpaper . It looked trashy, but I loved it. I imagined pictures and faces from the designed ceiling. Stating that I have an amazing imagination . It's also Friday well, now Saturday