Will I survive without her? My demons hunt me, am I going to live or not? Should I go back? So many unanswered questions. How could I possibly go back, where would I even start from, but she was my world she was my solar system am I just going to throw all that away? All those bitter sweet memories? Burnt to ash by betrayal. One thing is for sure I'll never be the same after this.

After a tragic break up that shatters my cardiac muscle into a thousand microscopic pieces, I decide it's time to stop running away from my past and just accept things as they are, if I'm ever going to live I need to do this, happiness is a drug, I became a drug addict for nearly two years but now that my drug ( Christine) left I'm left to deal with the withdrawals. She drained me, all girls are the same I casually remind myself I'll never trust a single one of them. But maybe just maybe the one at the end is different.

The past four years have been really difficult for me, but she moved on like it was nothing, oh how cruel these girls are, she ate my insides and left not a shred of happiness all I see is depression, anxiety, suffering and futility day in day out.

After dating for nearly a year and a half it felt like she was the one for William, William thought it would last forever like in the movies but life is a tall glass of dirt and ash, it's here to bite me in the ass. Love is a twisted curse, she will find us all, she will make us all happy but then she will take everything we love and cherish away from us. We will cry and gravel but it won't be returned to us. Sometimes the beauty of something can be seen in it's ugliness.

But so far even without her I'm ok aren't I? well let's find out together shall we? Welcome to "Willy and Chrissy"

Willy & Chrissy

I quickly went to my room, put on a shirt and a short and headed to the front door, I quickly opened the door only to find that the person that was there was non other than my dreaded classmate "Mike". Why couldn't it have been someone else? Even a lost stranger seeking shelter would be better than him, but inevitably it had to be Mike. 


Mike was my classmate since the 10th grade till I completed highschool. He had a huge body with inch for inch biceps and triceps attached to his muscular arms. They throb each time he twitched or moved his arms which made me think twice about his age, he was a walking mountain. Inspite of this physique he was a general goof ball, you'd think he had wits not so? But Mike was quite gullible, he was so naive. His IQ was that of a 13year old, I would always have to intervene everytime he nearly got scammed, and sticking my neck out for him. Well you can't win them all now can you? What is the boy doing at my residence? Is he out for blood or something? 


Mike??