Okay, so by now you should know pretty much everything. The basics anyway. And now you have earned the right to hear some good stuff. Like, my reasons for pretty much going on with life.
I pretty much only have two reasons; Love and Happiness. Love and Happiness are people, not emotions.
Love is my boyfriend. And all you assholes can think shit all you want, like, "You're seventeen what do you know about love?" "You're not in love." "Awh isn't that cute?! That baby is in love!" ... But I got a few little words for you assholes, fuck you. What do you know? Huh? Are you in love too? Does your partners kiss flood your stomach with butterflies every time? Does their touch feel like it did the first time? Do you flow together, complimenting each others every move? Can you tell what they're feeling just by a difference in their stance, or the way they're breathing? Can you read their mind, knowing exactly what they're thinking with a simple glance? Because I can, and that's all I need! When he tells me he loves me, it's just as exhilarating as it was the first time. When he kisses me it's just as exciting as it was the first time, and when he touches me its like my skin comes alive. He's there for me when I need him, he listens when I need to be heard. He tells me I'm beautiful and gives me a reason to wake up in the morning and go to school, to get an education so we can have a future. He gives me hope.
Happiness is my best friend. She is pretty much the best thing that could ever happen to anyone ever. She's so funny, that I almost piss my pants every time I'm with her. I can't even explain how great she is. She's real, and she doesn't hold back. She tells you what's on her mind, and she cares. For example, I hate going home, because well, it's home... and she just lets me come over and hang out whenever. She's the reason I believe that laughter and joy aren't dead. Which is actually pretty funny because she is so pessimistic. But, she's gives me joy.
If you're in a similar situation where living through the day is an accomplishment, then maybe you should find some reasons of your own.
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