Not much has happened in life except I encountered one of the saddest things I've ever seen.
Heartbreak. I myself, have had my heartbroken and excuse my french, but it fucking hurt.
My first girlfriend didn't even bother to tell me she doesn't like me, so I found her sucking the face off some stoner from the year above me.
My little brother's first girlfriend broke up with him after four months of happiness, because he said he liked Lady Gaga. Of course, this is perfectly fine; but once it gets out and the schoolyard bullies hear about it... they taunt you until it eats away at your heart, leaving you sobbing and panting for air behind the bike shed. (Yes that did happen to me once) My brother came home, told me this story and collapsed infront of the Xbox, not moving for three days. He hardly ate. Hardly slept. He just sat there, tears numbing his face. It was awful, but of course; I couldn't do anything except assure him he'd be fine. He wasn't. He isn't. It still stings, when my beautiful girlfriend Tilly comes over for tea.
And that brings me to the end of our post. Love. First loves. You never forget them do you?
Until you give me an idea of what to write about next;
Luke. x
