Provocing prom

Ok, i can explain it [not the monday] just read it, and you will see it 😉

After my prom, sitting in a disco, yes, this is the so called afterparty [what a shame that u could find me in such an occasion] I’m drinking Beck’s ( probably the best beer in the world, at least based on their commercial) i’ve never thought that i will get to this stage, ok never thought about it [ what stage? What are you talking about? Oh, i’ve forgotten: to this age, being a twelfth class boy, simply this. the question, for myself, is always the following: why i’ m here?, do i need this?, this is what i really want?, what am i doing here? And usually i can’t reply to them. What made me to stop doing particular things, drank two bottle of beer, then started to dance with a girl whom i like, but not love. It felt good, but i tried to avoid full body contact, but why? Shame, yes, probably; or just simply my subconscious told me not to do sg, nonsense

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About yorkketchikan

I'm just a boy from Europe, as i was told. I'm young, but not for so far, it's not fair -i know it. This isn't my native language, but i'm trying. Started this one for no better purposes than writing in English, because lots of things come to my mind at first in English, sometimes it's disturbing, sometimes not. I love books, rather said: fond of them. I'm not alike anyone else, maybe this is the main problem, not following the mainstream.... If you corner me, I will come out swinging, taking you with me to the seventh hell of the seventh hell. View all posts by yorkketchikan

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