It was the best of times it was the end of times.
I don’t remember much from my youth. Maybe my memories repressed or I just spend too much time wondering if I’ll ever live to have sex.
Fell in love for the first time in 4th grade but I didn’t have the courage to talk to her.
In 8th grade, I wrote the note and slipped it in somebody else’s locker. Considered killing myself cause of that, it was a big deal, it was a blown cover, it was over for me, my goose was cooked, stick a fork in me, the jig is up, what were my chances? The rest is history. Our future is torn to sunder. It became abundantly clear; I was only brought here to suffer.
at least I didn’t include my name. Thankfully I wrote the whole note in code and it had 10 layers of scotch tape. Safety seal, making it impossible to open Plus, it was set to self destruct. Whoever read it probably died laughing. I wonder if they lived long enough to realize what happened.
a year later, I came to understand that wasn’t love that I was feeling for her. I had someone else to obsess over. I was older. I was very mature. I forged my time signature while practicing my parents autograph because I was failing math. Disconnected the phone when I thought the teacher would call my home.
Check the mail box twice a day. The end of a long dirt road steamed open a couple envelopes like I was in private detective mode.
If you snoop around long enough for something in particular, you’re guaranteed to find it for better or worse. That’s how I learned it’s best to keep some things private
It was the best of times it was the end of times.
Now I wonder if I’ll live to see marriage. Wonder if I’ll live long enough to have kids. Wonder if I’ll live to see my kids have kids if I do I’m gonna tell em how it is. But don’t listen when they tell you that these are your best years. Don’t let anyone protect your ears. It’s best to hear what they don’t want you to hear. Better to have pressure from peer then to not have peers. Beer won’t give you chest hair. Spicy food won’t make it curl.
When you think you got it all figured out, then everything collapses. Trust me kids. it’s not the end of the world.
In 8th grade, I wrote the note and slipped it in somebody else’s locker. Considered killing myself cause of that, it was a big deal, it was a blown cover, it was over for me, my goose was cooked, stick a fork in me, the jig is up, what were my chances? The rest is history. Our future is torn to sunder. It became abundantly clear; I was only brought here to suffer.
at least I didn’t include my name. Thankfully I wrote the whole note in code and it had 10 layers of scotch tape. Safety seal, making it impossible to open Plus, it was set to self destruct. Whoever read it probably died laughing. I wonder if they lived long enough to realize what happened.
a year later, I came to understand that wasn’t love that I was feeling for her. I had someone else to obsess over. I was older. I was very mature. I forged my time signature while practicing my parents autograph because I was failing math. Disconnected the phone when I thought the teacher would call my home.
Check the mail box twice a day. The end of a long dirt road steamed open a couple envelopes like I was in private detective mode.
If you snoop around long enough for something in particular, you’re guaranteed to find it for better or worse. That’s how I learned it’s best to keep some things private
It was the best of times it was the end of times.
Now I wonder if I’ll live to see marriage. Wonder if I’ll live long enough to have kids. Wonder if I’ll live to see my kids have kids if I do I’m gonna tell em how it is. But don’t listen when they tell you that these are your best years. Don’t let anyone protect your ears. It’s best to hear what they don’t want you to hear. Better to have pressure from peer then to not have peers. Beer won’t give you chest hair. Spicy food won’t make it curl.
When you think you got it all figured out, then everything collapses. Trust me kids. it’s not the end of the world.
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