A StYLE Short Story"Dude, I'm so fucking exhausted!" Stan said, tossing his towel on the bench and opening his locker.A StYLE Short Story6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ugh tell me about it!" I huffed, turning towards my locker as well.
Gym was always a drag, first thing in the morning, 7am, and we had to run 4 freaking miles. It wasn't that bad though, it made me happy to know that the first person I would see in the morning is Stan. For some reason, seeing Stan always made me happier no matter where we were or what we were doing.
I opened my locker and sat down, taking off my left shoe. "Then again, no boring lectures from our gay ass teacher!" I pointed out.
"That's true." Stan agreed, lifting off his shirt and revealing his lightly tanned and semi-toned torso.
I stared for a moment, enjoying the sight.
I wouldn't consider myself gay, honest, but for some reason Stan seemed different than other guys. Of course I love him, he is my super best friend after all, and I am his, but he was just different from all the other guys at this school. He was
You have no rightYou have no right to feel badYou have no right5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No right to feel sad
Why do you hurt yourself?
I know people who suffered more than you
in this life
You never told me how your life was but I know you never went
through some really terrible
You're just seeking attention
And doing it because is a trend nowadays
If you're going to harm yourself
Do it only if you're going to commit suicide
If suicide is not your goal, don't even think about doing it!
Get a fucking life!
written in august 26, 2010