Monologue

by dt117539

So i cannot believe how disgusting the metros are, i saw a few rats, i wanted to cry. I cant stand dirty people, especially the rude ones on subways; get a life in stead of bothering mine. The other day i had the strangest dream, you know i was sitting outside Jordi’s house waiting for him to wake up because i had left my car at home, and im not really sure how i ended up in Herleen to begin with. Regardless, it was just a dream. I can still hear him telling me that i need to be smart, i need to focus on my studies, and after all im ‘going to be a real student now’. There isnt a day that goes by of which i dont think about you, i miss you, and i hear Nathan weeping now and then secretly when he thinks no one is paying attention. Who does this asshole thing he is? “When i was younger i used to get all the bitches.” he says. NO YOU DID NOT YOU OLD FOOL! Shut the eff up. Honestly stop lying. I bet that bottle of Svedka in your hands wont even believe you. To Sopo, Rodistats gaxdebi twramets stavalt da dzzalian berv vitsekvavt da vikeipept. Petya just licked my ear, now its all wet, thanks a lot petya. I havent written in so long, David, Shako and i might be going to the studio somethime next week, honestly i hope so, some cathartic release will so me some good. I cried the other day not bevause i wanted to, im practicing doing it on purpose, should be fun. What im thinking about right this moment is that i m thinking about how im going to survive this fucking art class. What do i think about myself? i love myself, im egotistical and stubborn and im a narcassit. What i want most is another dog, a frenchie. Nicole and i went to that pet store on lex and 59th today and i wanted to die. I sweat to charlie and petya that on my Nov 8 i will go there and buy myself a third dog. THE END