dance_zanky

All a game, My life isn't over yet I look past and remember my mistakes that leave me as this this hermit. In high-school my father was gone and I was a nice guy always turning the other cheek in rural republican territory that praised manly men. Mother had spiritual friends but the chip on my should from a broken home is all they ever saw when it was my chance. I had fling for a month with a friend from band and we split up going to different colleges. Older next at at an upscale college I tried to stand up for myself drinking with boys but in the land of upper class style watching the bastards fight was amusing sport and I only mostly only embarrassed myself, occasionally I would fall into someone else's trash for a night or of fun but I've never been able to make anything last. Its a struggle to love your self when your connections are partnered up but for those of us who didn't make it school you have learn to be strong alone. I used to think I was so cool as a dancing blond fool but I later learned I was Just a foolish tool.