The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Especially you. Idiot!
This is a story of boy meets girl. But you should know up front, this is not a love story.
I’m here in a dream’s truck a road ahead of me and nothing but opportunities. I don’t care what people think, I’m just me. I don’t care where i’m gonna be next year, I don’t care if i’m crazy, god. I just know I wanna be with someone, I don’t understand what i’m doing, it seems so pointless, I mean everything seems so pointless and I don’t know why.
This is the goodbye scene. Don’t you see what happened here? You had a beautiful life, and I had shit. I wanted to take you down, I wanted to make you as miserable as I was, and that is exactly what I did. How’s that for a goodbye? I just wanted a little more time. So all in all, I’d say you’re the worst thing that ever happened to me.
I love his smile. I love his hair. I love his knees. I love how he licks his lips before he talks. I love it when he sleeps.
I hate his crooked teeth. I hate his 1960s haircut. I hate his knobby knees. I hate the way he smacks his lips before he talks. I hate the way he sounds when he laughs.

