Of course I
was not suicidal. But my propensity to accidents had reached major levels and, I
was honestly tired of the task of keeping myself alive. I didn´t want to die; not at a conscious level,
anyway. It´s more an organic thing, you know? You have been feeling worthless for so long
that even body cells end up believing you´re a waste of space and oxygen.
-Is this
legal?
-I don´t
know. How old are you?
- Sixteen
and half. And you?
- I turned
nineteen last week.
And we both
had our cells soaked in beer. Kisses, outdoor lounging in the cold rain and stale
pizza tasted so much better with it. For the
first time I felt like I was playing together with a guy, instead of acquiring
(or becoming) a new toy. There is a mysterious bond in sharing a bottle, secret
but certain, so much that I could feel I understood exactly each word he said,
the power of his hands, his heartbeat.
I can't believe you got in a row with a 16 year old!! At 19 you should've known better, you know??? =D
ResponderEliminarOh, it was the ninetys! Who would have known?? What were you doing at sixteen, anyway?
ResponderEliminarhttp://miranto.blogspot.mx/2012/05/take-it-on-run.html
Ohhh that was low!! Hahaha! =D
ResponderEliminarWell at least in my story I was the 16-year-old being abused LOL!