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    Once, there was a man, born inside of a world made of steal and hate. He was bred on unusual social habits, mainstream entertainment and silently strict principles. Eventually, he pulled himself up, dusted himself off and moved on to form his own self. He found nice clothes, amazingly unique music, put on his fake, large glasses, started writing stories and applied bohemia to his life.

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I Want A Best Friend.

I do, I do.

Someone I can always be around and someone who I do loads of lovely things with.

It fucking sucks having no one constant to have around. I hate being a reluctant loner. It's not even my choice! :|
Everyone assumes I want to be left alone it seems, all the time, but no one ever considers that I want to have someone there.
I need a best friend.
Someone consistent.
Someone special.
Someone close.
Someone close, here.
Someone reliable above anyone.

I just need it but, fuck.
I can't get it.

The last best friend I had was James Ackerley, but, that was all one way. He was my best friend, I wasn't his.
We didn't spend any time together, just me and him and if we did it was like once every few months.
I wish I was someone's number one.
Someone's reliable guy.
I want to be someone's best friend.

Posted by : ELMH on Saturday, 28 February 2009 | Taguals: |

 

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