tonight was our night and it was our game pick the ball up and run and circumstances get in the way over and over again i was supposed to meet someone today but laughing at me was fate sometimes i hate being young and other times i dont i was going to his house fate intervened again comes daylight and i am tired of being so cautious what if he was insane? see there i go with the what ifs would i have spent the night with him? or would i have run home screaming like the sissy that they say i am? and i asked as i sat there watching tv and wondering if i was going to be busy later on that day but again fate laughed in my face and i thought isn't there mercy on me? somewhere? must it always be? that the one who gets no love is me?????????
Reason for writing:
i met someone in a chat room yesterday who lives in my city
he is gay also, and i wanted to meet him.
but fate intervened (as in no bus fare) and he's thinking i just didn't want to come...
Birth sign: Aries
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