My life was boring. I didn't get any enjoyment out of my life, and I just lived the same melancholy day over and over. I died my hair black for the hell of it, and I honestly saw no true meaning in life. Everything is just so... Boring and lifeless.
The girls came to me way too easily, it was almost as if I just had to snap my fingers to get them in my bed. Except I didn't want any of them in my bed: as a matter of fact I had only ever had sex with 1 person, and as it turns out they only wanted to get in my pants too. None of them actually had any feelings for me, and as soon as I denied them sex, they dumped me immediately. It's like they're all heartless little brats, they don't even care how I feel.
I just feel sick of life. No, I'm nowhere near cutting or going suicidal or whatever and I don't plan on doing so anytime soon. Or ever. But people sure as hell do think I am.
None of them know who I really am, except for a small group of my friends. They all see me as the fun, quirky kid who makes sexual jokes and likes to have fun.
I didn't even know what love was, until that fateful day. I remember it so clearly, because it was the day I walked home to see you baking cookies. It was so strange, an uknown person, just standing there in my kitchen like they paid rent. Not that I really pay the rent, it was my parents who payed for me to stay here while I was in boarding school. Yes, I went to a boarding school. It was rather new, so it didn't have all the dorm rooms built yet. So for now I had an apartment 5 blocks away from it.
It was you who finally added a little interest in my life. Who broke my everyday routines.
Everything in my life was just a never ending loop of the same things until I met you. But even the strongest traditions can be broken by the right person. Even if just by using the little things in life that make everything worth it.
I dashed out of the classroom into the hallway as soon as I possibly could. Thank god I don't have classes tomorrow, or else I may just die from all the pressure. I generally want to stay alive though, so even if tomorrow wasn't friday I probably would have skipped.
So now I skip out of the classroom, happy and giggly as hell. You think I'm weird for skipping out of my classroom?? That's just hurtful. I can do what I want. Meh.
Okay, so past the skipping. As I neared the entrance I pulled out my phone and checked my messages, only to see one from my friend Karen.
"Meet me and Garrett outside by the flagpole. Now. We aren't going home tonight."
I sighed discontent. Whenever Karen made a decision like that, it was usually something big with her. Normally after a break up she'll make me and Garrett go out with her to clubs all night, which meant of course that we got dragged out almost twice every week. I loved Karen like a sister, but god dammit she was a whore.
When I got outside I found Karen in her usual spot, leaning against the flag pole as promised. Her layered copper hair was choppy and messy as usual, with the very lower layer dyed jet black. It looked really nice on her. Karen reminds me of a cat. Her nose was like a perfect little pointed button, below her almond shape eyes. I like cats.
"You're late," she accused, pointing her painted finger nail at me.
"I didn't know there was a set time I had to be here," I countered enthusiastically.
"Yes, but you took a very long time in there," she snorted. "What the hell took you so long?"
I sighed and gave in to her demanding tone. "If you must know, I was taking a piss. Is that a problem?" I sneered playfully. "Or would you rather me have let it all out in your car?"
She grunted, knowing she had been defeated. "Fine. Come with me, and I really hope you have your fake ID's on you." she announced, waving me and Garrett to her car.
For the first time today I noticed Garrett sitting next to me in Karen's bright pink car. It was a convertible Volkswagen Beetle, which me and Garrett like to call the barbie mobile.
I noticed Garrett twiddling his thumbs nervously. He always seemed to become quiet around this time, because as everyone knew, he had it for Karen bad. Everybody knew except he though, of course. It was always the same pattern every time this happened. Karen got pissed her boyfriend broke it off, she dragged us out to club so she could drink herself stupid, Garrett winds up taking her home and they wind up sleeping together. Then the next day Karen doesn't remember a thing, and somehow finds another guy and starts dating him, leaving poor Garrett heartbroken. It's kind of sad when you think about it. They kept living over and over in the same De Ja Vu, the same miserable cycle where everyone gets hurt. It's depressing.