Insyde
31 now, and somehow nowhere near where, I would like to be in life. Instead, I face a never ending story with a relationship from a man who desperately tries to win what he already has. Broken promises, and constant circles, I find myself in the center of it all… searching for answers that, I can’t seem to find. I’m not the person, I should have been a long time ago, and who might that be. Maybe… but then again, I never was at all popular, I never had any real friends, or a crew. Only a few clothes, and a single pair of shoes to fool no real dummies, I got laughed at, and picked on so much, I looked forward when, I arrived. Weak, I was always weak I’d talked to anybody who paid me any attention. Nothing ever lasted long with me because in all honesty. Unlike the others, I had nothing to offer, I remember just giving up. Always late for class. Getting wrote followed by detention, or expelled all together, I figure if, I become them maybe, I could be a part of them, I even had a rich girlfriend, but nobody cared because, I remained a loser. I tried out for the track team, but like everything else with me that soon came to an end. As a child growing up, I never went without. Other than my father not paying me any real mind. As for his reasons. Son, I work, and when, I come home I’m to tire to do anything with you. So my advice is to hang up under your mother. So then, I was a mother’s boy, I remember me my mom and brother were together all the time. It took me a while to realize that the world is not such a wonderful place, I spent most of my life in fairytale world, I made up when all, I had was my action figures. A few cardboard boxes, and black, and white video camera to record anything make believe, I could come up with, I was always into to telling stories, and writing. Drawing women was what, I did best, but that faded to, but my stories always lingered here, and there, I wasn’t aware that, I had this gift. Dolls were the center of my world because mom would never buy them for me growing up. So when, I turned 18, I brought my first Barbie. The more money, I made the larger my collection grew. Before when, I was making my home movies, I would just buy girl action figures. Long as it wasn’t an actual doll she would get it. The ones, I knew looked too much like a doll she wouldn’t get, and that’s when, I took matters into my own hands, and started stealing. It was wrong of course, but my Movies were important to me, and if, I saw a toy that needed the feature, I had to have it in my film. Sadly, I went through all that trouble back then, and I have not even one of those tapes, or any of the action figures today. Which is crazy because, I made a short film everyday to look at? Just for my own entertainment. Call it what you will, but my imagination was, and still is one to be reckoned with.
31 now, and somehow nowhere near where, I would like to be in life. Instead, I face a never ending story with a relationship from a man who desperately tries to win what he already has. Broken promises, and constant circles, I find myself in the center of it all… searching for answers that, I can’t seem to find. I’m not the person, I should have been a long time ago, and who might that be. Maybe… but then again, I never was at all popular, I never had any real friends, or a crew. Only a few clothes, and a single pair of shoes to fool no real dummies, I got laughed at, and picked on so much, I looked forward when, I arrived. Weak, I was always weak I’d talked to anybody who paid me any attention. Nothing ever lasted long with me because in all honesty. Unlike the others, I had nothing to offer, I remember just giving up. Always late for class. Getting wrote followed by detention, or expelled all together, I figure if, I become them maybe, I could be a part of them, I even had a rich girlfriend, but nobody cared because, I remained a loser. I tried out for the track team, but like everything else with me that soon came to an end. As a child growing up, I never went without. Other than my father not paying me any real mind. As for his reasons. Son, I work, and when, I come home I’m to tire to do anything with you. So my advice is to hang up under your mother. So then, I was a mother’s boy, I remember me my mom and brother were together all the time. It took me a while to realize that the world is not such a wonderful place, I spent most of my life in fairytale world, I made up when all, I had was my action figures. A few cardboard boxes, and black, and white video camera to record anything make believe, I could come up with, I was always into to telling stories, and writing. Drawing women was what, I did best, but that faded to, but my stories always lingered here, and there, I wasn’t aware that, I had this gift. Dolls were the center of my world because mom would never buy them for me growing up. So when, I turned 18, I brought my first Barbie. The more money, I made the larger my collection grew. Before when, I was making my home movies, I would just buy girl action figures. Long as it wasn’t an actual doll she would get it. The ones, I knew looked too much like a doll she wouldn’t get, and that’s when, I took matters into my own hands, and started stealing. It was wrong of course, but my Movies were important to me, and if, I saw a toy that needed the feature, I had to have it in my film. Sadly, I went through all that trouble back then, and I have not even one of those tapes, or any of the action figures today. Which is crazy because, I made a short film everyday to look at? Just for my own entertainment. Call it what you will, but my imagination was, and still is one to be reckoned with.
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