(honest confessions)
Days went by, me forgetting pain a bit, swallowing pills so I can read a phrase, so I can walk without falling. I was scrolling through suggestions, looking for a handsome stranger I can stalk to for the rest of these autumn days, I talked to a lot of boys, none of them was my type, none of them made me satisfied but more stressed out.
The first crush was from my school but then I found out that he was a loser-I-know's friend.
The second crush was a skater, had a very long hair, eyes-catching lips and a pretty smile, he was the best. PERFECT!
The third was a black teenager, had curly hair, wore chic clothes and had an "Iphone" , But he listened to some trash music that I hated the most... I blocked him because of that. "XD"
The forth didn't exist, because I lost interest...
So I kept talking to other boys looking for someone I'd find myself in, yes I was looking for love, that was weird for people, me being in love, they knew I didn't believe or even feel something more than hunger or drowsiness. But with no use, they were all not my type, one was into tunisian rap (not my type of music) , one wasn't understood and one was caring too much about me and I really hated that. So I really lost interest.
And this time there were no crush...
Just more and more depression.
YOU ARE READING
The Full Moon
Poetry"Her dreams, her ambitions, the love of her life and her trusting Her faith, her trust, her desire are disappearing She is aching, dying, fainting and weakening.." I wrote this book for someone that gave me the inspiration and encouraged me to. Tha...
