I'll be staying in camp from today till Friday morning. I'm a heavy sleeper so it's best I stayed in camp so that I won't be late. At least my curfew's at 2359... before the guards lock the main gate.
I turn 21 in exactly a week.
There's a saying that goes,"Life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes."
Twenty-one is a big number for me. They'll usually give a key to the guy on their 21st to tell them that they're a man. Or now liable to be sodomized by the thick arm of the law.
If I could, I would love to finally throw a party... or a gathering... at least for once. Just once. I'd invite everyone I've ever been thankful to meet and we'd mingle and shoot the shits the whole night.
I've never celebrated my birthdays. I keep telling myself I'm too busy. Obviously, I'm only making myself feel better.
But this is me. This is who I am.
I have no cash. I have no ideas. I'm overall a very boring person in real-life. Even my Internet persona isn't exactly something to fancy all about. The best friend I ever had was a QWERTY keyboard.
As much as I'd like to have something big done this year, I'd most probably spend this year like the usual: At home, on the computer, probably surfing porn. I'll occasionally get the usual SMS-es from a couple of guys and get on with life. Once, I had a friend call me up to get him out of debt.
If I could have at least one day where I'm not bothered by aimless pedestrians blocking my way, the nagging of my parents or useless bickering on the newspapers... it's on my 21st.
This will be the day.
The day where I can walk around in the middle of the night in the city with another person. Our hearts in a knot. I will lay myself on that lap to cuddle up and weep. Weep at the joy such a night could bring. When the life I knew has gone and I've reached a place of no return.
Dreams are dreams. And that's where they will stay. I am not a king. And I don't ask to be treated like one. I don't ask for gifts. I don't ask for women. I don't ask for all the money in the world.
I only want silence. For that one day.
No more nagging. No more dollars. No more worries.
All I wish for is to look down that night... only to see your hands in mine.
These roads of life, will I then march with courage.
I turn 21 in exactly a week.
There's a saying that goes,"Life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes."
Twenty-one is a big number for me. They'll usually give a key to the guy on their 21st to tell them that they're a man. Or now liable to be sodomized by the thick arm of the law.
If I could, I would love to finally throw a party... or a gathering... at least for once. Just once. I'd invite everyone I've ever been thankful to meet and we'd mingle and shoot the shits the whole night.
I've never celebrated my birthdays. I keep telling myself I'm too busy. Obviously, I'm only making myself feel better.
But this is me. This is who I am.
I have no cash. I have no ideas. I'm overall a very boring person in real-life. Even my Internet persona isn't exactly something to fancy all about. The best friend I ever had was a QWERTY keyboard.
As much as I'd like to have something big done this year, I'd most probably spend this year like the usual: At home, on the computer, probably surfing porn. I'll occasionally get the usual SMS-es from a couple of guys and get on with life. Once, I had a friend call me up to get him out of debt.
If I could have at least one day where I'm not bothered by aimless pedestrians blocking my way, the nagging of my parents or useless bickering on the newspapers... it's on my 21st.This will be the day.
The day where I can walk around in the middle of the night in the city with another person. Our hearts in a knot. I will lay myself on that lap to cuddle up and weep. Weep at the joy such a night could bring. When the life I knew has gone and I've reached a place of no return.
Dreams are dreams. And that's where they will stay. I am not a king. And I don't ask to be treated like one. I don't ask for gifts. I don't ask for women. I don't ask for all the money in the world.
I only want silence. For that one day.
No more nagging. No more dollars. No more worries.
All I wish for is to look down that night... only to see your hands in mine.
These roads of life, will I then march with courage.
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