Before I explain how my life fell rock bottom, I must tell you
the s***ty things I had to do to get it up. To be honest, I don’t
feel like telling you my life story. After all, this isn’t an autobiography
about my life. If it was, ask my parents about my life. It’ll be
hard though. They are gone. I don’‘t know why people ask me
about my life. You see, I’m the kind of guy who always has something
about my life. Not other’s.(Except for the juicy gossip people
in school talk about.) Just to wrap it up, my life sucked. Well,
I wouldn’t have called it “sucked” if this is present tense, which
you people love hearing other than third person, which kinda
gets boring if you think about it. But since you asked. I’ll tell you
my birthday party. Not so broad of a topic. From my girlfriend’s
point of view.
I don’t feel like doing it...
So. I’ll try.
I remember when the doorbell rang again nonstop until
someone opened it for you. How polite, You were looking for
me. I was already gone by then. Having fun without you. When
you saw me, you looked surprised as ever to see what I looked
like. I’ll tell you. Drunk. I didn’t think you wanted me to see me
like this, so I ran upstairs. You were embarrassed. I was willing
to dance with you, with your little green tux with a bow tie. So
cute. Me? All I had was a messed up party dress with spilled
Brisk tea. I asked to change to my red one from the party hostess
Then... I left. Poor child, I miss you too. I had to go to a party.
Don’t you remember? Oh. I guess you didn’t because you didn’t
get an invitation. It was your party and you didn’t see me. Anyway,
see you soon. As soon as the last person leaves, I’ll be on my
way. On my way to see you Mr.McKnight. Just wait... I’ll be
knocking at your door giving you that hug you’ve always wanted.
I’ll make you proud, you’ll be head over heels. Just be patient.
Your reward will be to die for. I’ll be there before you could
spell supercalifragilisticexpialidocious and define it! I know I
seem young but hey, that or play the knife game until I come
home. Either way, you’ll learn something
I’m on the way home now. This night looks weird I’ll call you
when I get home. Wait? What is that? Please! Help! No! No!
Get away you maniac! No! I’m on the road lying down crying.
He’s gonna run me over with his pickup truck. No! It’s Wyman.
That maniac. Somebody help!!!! I'm so dizzy, everything is spinning
around me. I feel like.. I think I might pass out. No, no I
can't pass out. I'll lay down on the floor to save my energy. This'll
do, for now. But everything is still spinning. No matter, somebody
will find me soon and then everything will be alright.
I don't think my life with you wasn't good beforehand
though. Honestly you were just a snob. You would always talk
about how great you were. Boy was that annoying. You saying
things like:
“I'm the best!”
“I'm awesome.”
“I'm the best thing that ever lived." I feel bad for you though.
At least you tried to do something. The only thing you didn't do
was take me to Denny's. When you did, you tried to pay for the
bill; but the only thing you had with you was your dad's credit
card. $25 was on it I believe. You tried to be all impressed with
the waiter bragging about you having the money to pay for all of
our food but in reality you could only pay for yours because yours
was over like $15 or something. What a snob.
Honestly I think you were trying to be brave but sadly you
work harder on yourself. Guess what? It failed.
Now I'm a dead girl. You? A lousy snob. You're welcome. My
turn to tell the story.