When I look back at being in middle school, I tend to look at them as if it's a franchise in a movie like they're sequels. 7th grade was the best year since it started everything, and it felt like things had shifted gears a little bit in the middle of the year, but it ended up with the best results from an unexpected move. 8th grade was by far the worst. It was filled with nothing but drama, then, 9th grade came and magic, sadness, and a bunch of other stuff happened because we went to high school after that.
And then I saw it... I saw the loneliness in his eyes, the unbridled rage that's waiting to break out, the love that he wants but knows that he can't have, the passion he feels but doesn't know what to do with it no matter what he does.
We're all running from something every day. It may be from a feeling we have, our past, something that's bothering you now, or even someone but sometimes there is a few moments that hit us so hard where all we want to do is run from our lives and start anew. I've always wondered what I'd do if I wanted to run from my life and start something new.
Ahhh, 2018... Lots of ups and downs, mostly downs but I made lemonade from the lemons that I was given but it wasn't lemonade I'd drink. I got booted out of the house I was living at the time with my family, I didn't have anywhere to stay so I ended up staying with my grandmother and my uncle, a good friend of mine from high school died, and I lost a really good friend of mine because she got married. My life drastically changed but the only good things that I had going for me were that I was going to community college to finish getting my degree and my best friend at the time, we'll call her... Josie.
Suddenly, I woke up and found myself in between a woman's legs but not like I was having sex but it was more like I was resting my head in her lap at first and I took a nap unintentionally. The first thing I noticed was that the woman is barefoot and her toenails were painted red, her legs were beautiful as well. Her legs weren't super toned or anything, they were fit and I could tell just by laying there that her legs were a little hard so I always moved up to her thighs for a more comfortable feel. She was wearing denim high waisted short shorts as well because, for some reason, I always know how denim feels.
Not gonna lie, I like food but I don't like food enough to call myself a foodie. However, I do have certain times where I can go for a certain kind of food so I tend to get cravings which is kind of funny to me because I'm a guy and women usually get cravings more when they're pregnant. I'm not saying that guys shouldn't have cravings but it's probably easier to accept when a woman is craving something.