|Lost Soul 2 (wow I even named it? cool :D)
||[Jul. 14th, 2009|11:17 pm]
The girl who believes that Santa exists
My thoughtful mood causes me headache. I should stop or maybe I shouldn't. I'm quite happy I have my own motorcycle. My phone is ringing, oh gosh I don't have a mood for some asshole. So I'm letting it be, my karma is getting worse, oh can it be even worse than it is right now? Brian, came to my place. Charlotte. Brian, yes I forgot to introduce myself. With the name Brian you just have to be a queer with the surname Stevens you have to be a jerk. Blame Americans, blame my father for the surname, blame my mother for the name. How can somebody spend 20 minutes by thinking about their name? Maybe the headache is guilty. Back to Charlotte, my ex girlfriend, I like her, really even if we don't date anymore she is my very good friend. She understands me and we have very much in common. Music, movies, behavior. We have knows each other from the early age. Her father works with mine and we have spent many boring nights together. She was my first one, I can't deny it. I was 15 when I lost my virginity and I'm quite ashamed. I'm a weird person, that's what life did to me. Or maybe I was just born as a big weirdness. Charlotte is kind of slutty. That's why we get along, right? So I took my motorcycle, Bonnie or Bonita, I named it like that because it's really my favorite name. It means great and it shows my big love for my motorcycle. When I came to out favorite place, our childhood place, she was there but it wasn't Charlotte like I used to know. Her make up was ruined, her eyes swallowed. This wasn't my Charlotte, my Charlotte doesn't cry, my Charlotte is a party bitch, cocky and bitchy but not that weak and broken. I set next to her, hugged her and let her tears fell down. We stayed like this for a few hours and then she told me she is pregnant. Wow was the only things I could tell. her parents kicked her out. What can you with the girl who's eyes are that pretty that you can look for hours into them? I don't like to say it but I love her, even if I know I won't tell her it I love her. Stop with sweet words, let's make it out. Brian let's get away, let's run far away from this hell. She didn't have to say it twice. I was more than happy to hear it. Just let me peck my things. I didn't care what we are gonna do, where we are gonna live or for what we are gonna live. We can find a work, we can run away, live free on our own. We were young and we had plans, we were young, we were full of energy, full of dreams, hopes. We weren't scared of anything and I can't regret it now. But back to the past, dark youth full of dreams. I decided to left school, to be a homeless to be a helper to be father to a baby who wasn't mine. How sweet and naive I was! Who wants to change the nappies, surely not the real father of the Charlotte's baby. So after very short planning where are we going we decided to left Birmingham and went to try our luck in London. I have no idea why Charlotte wanted to live in London maybe because London is a cool place? Oh yees, dangerous new city! something for me! full of strange people, new things we can try. so now even I was excited about London. Leaving school wasn't that hard, well I didn't even leave the school. I packed my school, took my guitar and left a cute note with little goodbye in the end. Who will miss me? Adios my old life! let's party begin!
sooo did I write it good or you expected something more?
sorry for all my mistakes and thanks for reading!