Lost Words Vol. 1

Finna Bust A Gut

-the month and year indicates the time when the entry was made and not the date of events-

-if no such indication exists, I probably didn't give jackshit that time and probably got too lazy to review the date of when the file was created, cause I'm a piece of shit hence these entries exist in the first place-

7/15

Since I recently wrote an entry about someone back in the Hell days, I remembered you, because one way or another you made those days slightly more bearable, at least sometimes, and you were a curiosity to me at the time. I remember that one time you punched me square in the gut. (ahh... Somehow I do miss those days, says the masochist inside) However that is for later.

I only saw you around for only less than year before you disappeared to finish your high school somewhere else for reasons I would never really know. First off, you were in the soft-ball varsity, so that alone says a lot about you, though to be more specific, and with no offense meant- you were the most violent girl I ever met, and damn me if that didn't turn me on, so you can only imagine the twisted pleasure I had felt every time you hit me, mostly it was in the gut, (so I guess training my abdomen's physical resistance did pay off, don't ask me how I train, I just beat myself sometimes) on the arm, of course the occasional slap to the face is my favorite, sadly it's quite rare.

Reason why I didn't get to see you a lot was cause you had soft-ball training, and we didn't really talk that much, but if memory serves right, I was an acquaintance of one of your close friends, hell we were all classmates, getting acquainted isn't even avoidable.

You were sort of a big girl, back then you had a fit physique, you being into sports was obvious, I think you were taller than me by only a few centimetres so your height didn't bother me much, though I think your shoulders were broad for a female, not that much though, but I do have 'the eyes' after all. Your facial features didn't quite match the brutality you were capable of, if I remember right, what really fascinated me were that you had a small mouth, (aheheh, for good fellatio I guess) and your eyes seemed to have a kindness inside, mixed with a little sadness that you never really shown too much, I compared you to some kid who acts tough, and just likes to have fun.

I don't remember specifics, but I liked your sense of humor, I don't know, and I'm not that sure how, I know I yap a lot but I wasn't exactly sure how everyone came to know I sort of had a thing for you, though no one takes me that serious, because I'm always into some hot chick, oh, I forgot to mention you had this great rack, fit and upright, also you had local features, I'm sure our skin tones matched, though you usually got a little darker from soft-ball.

As a by the way, (as much of what most of this entry will be) there was a time that you came out of the room, and our class adviser followed after and while I was out the hallway, she was all like "J, do you actually like this girl?" with a look of genuine concern and confusion, (adviser was a woman by the way, probably was in her thirties then, the type to over react, and got strict at times and at times not, and had a sense of favoritism) as if she was unable to fathom as to why an awkward and reserved (reserved is just what the teachers think) guy like me would be infatuated with a delinquent girl. I just grinned like an idiot, I'm sure you smiled or reacted in some way that slips recollection, I think you actually blushed or said something in irritation I don't remember, I didn't answer her question.

Oh, I seem to have forgotten to mention you hair, which you kept long despite being into sports, and you had beautiful silky hair, which you let hang loose down to shoulder length, sometimes you kept it in a ponytail. Speaking of which, I think there was a time you asked me to caress your hair, and gently tug them from behind, there were times I sat behind you (for obvious reasons of course) I only recalled this recently, and somehow in the memories it almost seems like a dream, (who knows maybe it just was)