Dribble Writings....

Author’s Note: I am unsure about category and rating. Read then let me know what you think it would fit under. I’m guessing general or parody. Though it isn't intentionally copying any one or thing.
I like writing these little bits so I will most likely add to this though none of them have anythng to do with each other, hence the solid lines. And there not really chapters.

----Dribble writing----

Sitting here and looking at the pics of boys loving boys was somewhat interesting and yet I found myself feeling odd about it. Funny thing was I had no one to love of my own and yet my roommate had his boyfriend, who was in fact in my roommate’s bedroom right now sleeping beside him. Oh, correction, was since my roommate had just come out of his bedroom. I glanced up at him as he walked by the open door of the den. Then he paused, backed up, and looked in the room right at me.
“You up again?”
“I can’t sleep.”
“Sweetheart you’ve got to stop this.”
“I can’t stop it. I’ve told you that.”
“I know, I know. You’ve said it has to run its course. But this course is not healthy for you.” and he was right. This longing for something I would never know, much less have, was not good for me. I was already unstable enough as it is. Only doing this myself was only serving in making it all the more unstable.
Then my roommate was knelling down in front of me. I knew he cared about me. It was nice. But not wise.
“Honey, I’ve already told you we could have,” And I pressed my finger to his lips. I didn’t want to hear it again. And touching was no better so I withdrew completely from the room this time. I left the book behind as I made my exit from the place I had been living in for the past few months. I had to be on my own. Alone and isolated. Or risk the very high possibility of doing something I’d regret forever.


Picking up the book that had been dropped on the floor he looked at the pictures, partly smiling and partly feeling sad and sorry. He knew in his heart the pain the girl was going through and it was making it no easier on him to be around her. But he loved her. He knew it and she pushed him away, mainly for fear of doing something she’d regret. She loved him, he knew, in her own strange way. Though she loved him she choose to suffer the pain of never knowing that love in return. And it sucked.
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“Interesting isn’t it?”
“What is?”
“Hearing ones last moments before they are going ot die.”
“What are you talking about? No one is going ot die.”

Oh but that was where he was very wrong. Though the day was bright and clear and beautiful it didn’t mean no one was going to die. So I turned to face the man who dislike humans so much. He looked at me. An odd look in his eyes.
“Maybe you’re right.” I say then turn to leave, knowing I had one more thing to do. And no, I had excepted my end of days long before this little mission was ever begun. My time was coming to an end and I was completely okay with that. I just hoped those I had connected with would never feel the pain of my passing.
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