Leo tickles
2nd Level Orange Feather
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Apparently, this search for love hasn't been in vain.
So here's the deal, dating website+girl=date. The way I do my dates is that the girl comes to me first, reason being so I don't get stood up or otherwise fucked over.
We talked for a few hours and eventually she called off work, came over, spent the night with me in the car *mom wouldn't let us in the house till morning*, in the freezing cold. We just talked, she told me her sob stories, I told her mine.
Lots of laughing and kissing ensued, and I actually felt almost human with her. So, morning comes, we get inside and cuddle up on the bed and sleep. Wake up, mom's bitching because she doesn't like the girl, kicks us out, tells me not to come back, we spend another night in the car. This time, I gave her my coat and shirt for blanket for warmth. (Heat wasn't an option, no money on either of us for her to get back home.)
So now here are my choices. 1: Go with her to her house and stay there (her mom doesn't care), and loose my whole family. 2: Stay here and wait for her to get an apartment here. 3: Commit suicide while I'm ahead.
3 isn't an option, so I'm packing my shit. This goes against every single story I've read about 18 year olds fucking their lives up, but fuck it. The worst that can happen is I'll end up dead, right?
So, I'm waiting for her today at 4 PM, and I'm just getting away with her. I don't know when or if I'll be back online, so if somebody cares enough to message me, this is why I'm not responding.
I knew once I found somebody it would be hard, this hard. And when the time came (now), I'm not going to back down and let somebody tear it down. My mom put it best for once. She told me, "You can fuck your whole life up in one second." To which I replied, "You can also make it in that second."
Grandma's in tears, mom's trying everything to get me to stay, and I'm torn between a life long goal, paranoia, and family.
Whatever happens, all I have to say is,
"This is my second, and I'm making the best of it."
So here's the deal, dating website+girl=date. The way I do my dates is that the girl comes to me first, reason being so I don't get stood up or otherwise fucked over.
We talked for a few hours and eventually she called off work, came over, spent the night with me in the car *mom wouldn't let us in the house till morning*, in the freezing cold. We just talked, she told me her sob stories, I told her mine.
Lots of laughing and kissing ensued, and I actually felt almost human with her. So, morning comes, we get inside and cuddle up on the bed and sleep. Wake up, mom's bitching because she doesn't like the girl, kicks us out, tells me not to come back, we spend another night in the car. This time, I gave her my coat and shirt for blanket for warmth. (Heat wasn't an option, no money on either of us for her to get back home.)
So now here are my choices. 1: Go with her to her house and stay there (her mom doesn't care), and loose my whole family. 2: Stay here and wait for her to get an apartment here. 3: Commit suicide while I'm ahead.
3 isn't an option, so I'm packing my shit. This goes against every single story I've read about 18 year olds fucking their lives up, but fuck it. The worst that can happen is I'll end up dead, right?
So, I'm waiting for her today at 4 PM, and I'm just getting away with her. I don't know when or if I'll be back online, so if somebody cares enough to message me, this is why I'm not responding.
I knew once I found somebody it would be hard, this hard. And when the time came (now), I'm not going to back down and let somebody tear it down. My mom put it best for once. She told me, "You can fuck your whole life up in one second." To which I replied, "You can also make it in that second."
Grandma's in tears, mom's trying everything to get me to stay, and I'm torn between a life long goal, paranoia, and family.
Whatever happens, all I have to say is,
"This is my second, and I'm making the best of it."