Post by josef on Feb 1, 2013 23:54:13 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #b8c3c5; border: #917b86 10px solid;] happiness feels a lot like sorrow he didn't know what he was really doing. he didn't know what to do with his life at this point. it went by as if nothing ever changed. and yet it did. it changed the most. his life was different. his life wasn't what he had expected it to be. he didn't want it to turn out like this. he never expected it to turn out like this. he thought it would have turned out a lot better. not for the worse of things. because that's what it came down to. the worse things to happen in one's life. and nothing can ever come out good through those changes, unless it was a miracle or something to just sprout out. josef carried his regret like a weight. it went where ever he went. it never left him. his heart was heavy. and he hated it. that night was the worse night in his life. wearing a black long sleeve waffle shirt, his black leather jacket and jeans, he roamed the streets of la. just roaming for the sake of being alone for a little bit. even though he lived by himself, he didn't like be cooped up inside the entire time. it was troublesome. his mind played tricks on him, it wasn't a good sight to really see. his jacket and shirt covered up what he thought was the most important to keep out of the public eye. even though he had small roles throughout his life, he never wanted anyone to see what he bared on his arms. nor the rest of his body. a scarring mess of deformed skin. a mess he didn't like seeing for it reminded him so much of her. it was a worse dream to dream about. making that one promise and breaking it. it broke his heart, and his heart was never able to heal ever again. josef shoved his hands in the pockets of the leather jacket and strolled through the streets. staring into each window. wondering if there was anything that would interest him, and bring him in towards them. none of the shop windows seemed to interest him that much. maybe he just wasn't in the mood to connect to people. he had those days. those days of not wanting to connect to anyone. and guess what. that was today. nothing could brighten up his spirits, he was just going to be the gloomy type of person today. at least for a little while, possibly. notes: open to anyone, wanting to deal with his gloomy butt. |