Well, at least is before midnight
Hey, pal! How was your day? Mine was nice, I cut my finger with my new crochet needle, but I pet a dog on the bus stop, so overall a great day. Anyway, here's day 4, enjoy.
DAY 04 - Your current relationship status:
"LMAO".
That could be the whole text, but I guess it wouldn't be as fun as sharing my sorry ass stories here, so yeah, I'm single. Been single for 18 years (also known as the amount of years I have been existing in this mad ass planet) and probably will stay that way unless some form of miracle happens by the end of this year lol. It's kinda funny, because I spent so much time trying to find someone I feel like the universe is screaming for me to stop. I used to be a pretty tough kid, the kind that plays "Bully" once and feels completely ready to become a full-on agressions master. A tiny, skinny and ponytail wearer nerd sure sounds like an easy target, but I was on the basketball team and got no shit from others. I wasn't nice, you see, but I didn't suffer a thing nor got close to that many people. Middle school me didn't get any closer to love than 'lill bully me did, so it was only on high school I had my first real crush and boy, wasn't it shit? I wrote him poetry I showed to my friends, I fantasied about having a future together, I craved any interaction...I never got to talk to him a lot, but he ended up being the good old jerk with a sweet face, which didn't stop me from being head over heels for him during the whole extent of high school. I even tried flirting with others, but it always ended up in sweaty hands and sparkless fantasies. I even got a stalker...not my proudest attempt at romance. Once I graduated, I got two major experiences, they both came with kisses, they were both messy and, in the end, bad ideas. The first came with a girl, 8 years older, sweet talk and a bitter end. Kissing her tasted like nothing and felt like watching paint dry, toke me a bit to realize the reason behind it, but sometimes people are just not right and you can't change that with beach dates and forced conversation. The second had the form of a talkative stranger with a pretty smile and all the right answers. Everything about him was so exciting I didn't stop to wonder if I actually liked him or just the idea of this pretty normal, traditionally handsome guy liking me, the good old weirdo you all know. He tasted like adrenaline and had more experience on his hands than I have on Super Mario, it was a perfect night, we kissed in the cinema and I never heard of him again. I don't think I actually care that much, he was really plain, coming to think of it, but I hope he finds a girl he wants to stay with, so he'll learn honesty. Well, after all that, I'm kind of living. I play some games, I read some stuff, I watch others. My list of friends grows sometimes and time goes on, maybe one day I'll have another ending to add to this.
This is a shortened version of all my experiences, of course, but I hope it made some sense. Have a great day, amigo and some pitangas for your tears!
DAY 04 - Your current relationship status:
"LMAO".
That could be the whole text, but I guess it wouldn't be as fun as sharing my sorry ass stories here, so yeah, I'm single. Been single for 18 years (also known as the amount of years I have been existing in this mad ass planet) and probably will stay that way unless some form of miracle happens by the end of this year lol. It's kinda funny, because I spent so much time trying to find someone I feel like the universe is screaming for me to stop. I used to be a pretty tough kid, the kind that plays "Bully" once and feels completely ready to become a full-on agressions master. A tiny, skinny and ponytail wearer nerd sure sounds like an easy target, but I was on the basketball team and got no shit from others. I wasn't nice, you see, but I didn't suffer a thing nor got close to that many people. Middle school me didn't get any closer to love than 'lill bully me did, so it was only on high school I had my first real crush and boy, wasn't it shit? I wrote him poetry I showed to my friends, I fantasied about having a future together, I craved any interaction...I never got to talk to him a lot, but he ended up being the good old jerk with a sweet face, which didn't stop me from being head over heels for him during the whole extent of high school. I even tried flirting with others, but it always ended up in sweaty hands and sparkless fantasies. I even got a stalker...not my proudest attempt at romance. Once I graduated, I got two major experiences, they both came with kisses, they were both messy and, in the end, bad ideas. The first came with a girl, 8 years older, sweet talk and a bitter end. Kissing her tasted like nothing and felt like watching paint dry, toke me a bit to realize the reason behind it, but sometimes people are just not right and you can't change that with beach dates and forced conversation. The second had the form of a talkative stranger with a pretty smile and all the right answers. Everything about him was so exciting I didn't stop to wonder if I actually liked him or just the idea of this pretty normal, traditionally handsome guy liking me, the good old weirdo you all know. He tasted like adrenaline and had more experience on his hands than I have on Super Mario, it was a perfect night, we kissed in the cinema and I never heard of him again. I don't think I actually care that much, he was really plain, coming to think of it, but I hope he finds a girl he wants to stay with, so he'll learn honesty. Well, after all that, I'm kind of living. I play some games, I read some stuff, I watch others. My list of friends grows sometimes and time goes on, maybe one day I'll have another ending to add to this.
This is a shortened version of all my experiences, of course, but I hope it made some sense. Have a great day, amigo and some pitangas for your tears!
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