Thursday, 31 July 2008
02:19:32 PM (GMT)
Is it selfish to want more? Am I a bad person because I can't accept this life for
what it is ? It's so dull... there is no magic like in books, so what's worth living
it so well?
A few months ago I wasn't like this. Life was my playground and I was happy as could
be.... well that was a lie. So, I'll take you back to the happiest time of my life.
It was the second half of sixth grade. I was being noticed in our small classroom of
thirty kids. We were crazy, my friends and I, but the class loved us so. I had my eye
on a boy. Oh, was he a boy. Funniest in the classroom, made everyone crack up 24 / 7.
Though she probably wouldn't have admitted it, he made the teacher laugh too. He had
a sweet complexion like copper. His eyes were dark... and though I fancy light eyed
boys, I still fell for him. His hair was dark brown, and fairly well kept. It hurts
to write about him, however I will get to that later. We will call my boy Aaron.
(Ask to be my friend. After a few entries, I'm making this private.)