I've always thought things on earth are meant to be easy for us to keep on living. But.. I was wrong. EVERYTHING was made to make it hard so we keep fighting until nothing have left in us.
"You can't keep being mad at everyone, shiamaa" I rolled my eyes at him "I do what I think is right. And I want to be like this. I hate the rules of life that everybody made. "You can't be gay ONLY straight relationships to make the world grow in a good way." I hate this line that my mom always tell me. So you can't blame it on me." He facepalmed and looked at me "shiamaa, I'm only your doctor here.. I can't help you with that.." He was right, I don't have a life like this. Fuckin logic..
I went back home (small apartment really).
Jo who lives next door, always drunk buttt he's always so wise when I need him.
"Goodmorning Jo" he smiled at me, and said "morning, beautiful." I always hated that.. "You know I'm not. How are things?" "I'm still drunk, so I'm okay." I couldn't help but laugh "that's good to know, Jo. See ya around." Got back in, sat on the couch, and peace out.. Why not now..? Or ever.. Sigh "SHIAMAA! GURL OPEN THE FUCKIN DOOR RIGHT NOW!" Ran to the door "what the fuck man?!" It was Jordan, my best friend from high school; which now sells crack and weed (for me sometimes) "I got your shit." I looked confused "my weed?" He smiled and came in "yeah yeah. Now I need only 50 dollars for it, how lucky you are to know me now; huh?!" We fist bummed "thanks bro!" I take out money and give it to him as he hands me my weed jar this shit looks good.. Can't wait to feel nothing at all.. "I gotta go now, have fun girl!" He left. And left me alone looking at the jar..
It's just me and you now, mr.jar..
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"What If I Am Both?"
Short StoryIt's really hard when you in a different sexuality or who are in to. It's even more hard when you try to explain it someone; specially for the once you love most.. "I'm sorry for not caring about what I am ...
