Thursday

Confessions of a boy who can't sleep.

Jueves 7 de agosto

You  wake up at 14:00. You can't stop thinking about that girl. You have been thinking about her the whole week.You tell yourself that it is an obsession, that it is fake, and that she is not special, none of them is.

'' F**k! I have to get busy!''. You say it but you don't believe it, that never worked, getting busy. You start picturing her deffects, her imperfections and her insecurities trying to trick your mind into it, hoping to forget her. There is plenty of girls out there. You wish you could believe it.

 ''Be a man, move on.'' You wish, but you can't. ''Of course you can, you just don't want to.''

You get anxious, every damn thing reminds you of her. Damn! Is summer, I am going on a trip. Where? Don't know. S**t, that's what Google is for. Lisbon. Nice! Wait until my parents move and get my a*s out of here. I already feel the air of the unkonwn flowing into my lungs. ''S**t, that exactly what I needed! ''. So you start planning the trip, cecking the bacpacks, the 

hostels, triyng to get it all setted up. If I go there, I need this and that, and I leave at this time to get there soon, go out till late. Start folding all up, excited like a little dumb kid planning to leave the house and go buy candies. And when the puzzle looks complete and you found the last piece,and  got the last detail, you start thinking. 

It is her again. '' F**k!! I have to get busy''.

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems, and the badwords.

Reviews

[R Smith]

that's great I love the total insecurity and uncertainty of this character, he could drive you wild with anger and still make you feel for him, yes its hard to get past the 'one' if you think you have found her, altogether a good chapter in a book or a great short story, keep it going :)