two hundred-sixty sixth.

dear (k)you,

sooner or later i had to write something about this. 

okay so here's the thing. there's this new guy in school. let's say for the moment we call him "the kid", cuz yeah, what else will you call a first year when you're on your nth year?

anyway, the kid. the kid is all counts of jerk. kinda follows the footsteps of the little boy. but whatever, he's got all the makings of a head turner. being tall like that, duh. pretty obvious fact. i think he's kinda taller than the little boy.

well anyway. he's been blinking in my radar for a pretty long time already. and it's irritating me. because, like i said he's got all counts following the little boy's footsteps. and fuck, we all know what kind of road that leads to.

but see, the difference between the kid and the little boy, is that the kid piqued my interest because he reminded me so much of a certain person.

who you ask?

you.

yeah. 5 plus years sober from you and now i'm back. fuck.

technically i was sober from you. it really was years that i never really thought about you in that way. i got this journal thing going, but it was like you were a poster i was talking to yknow? more of just going through the motions.

but now, it's sort of back. because of the kid.

see, i knew right when i saw him that he was trouble. didn't like him for a while, because he was so much like the little boy. but when the fucking little boy disappeared, the kid started reminding me of you.

sucks.

and now he's like this itch at the back of my head.