/ oh my god I'm alive XD
And I should be working on the two fanfictions I already have started but screw it XD I was stuck on those two so ill come back to them in a little bit. I apologize for being gone so long I've had a lot going on, but all is well/
It was hard being the only person you could count on. It was hard being so poor you didn't know when your next meal would be, it was hard knowing, that no one would care if you were gone, but the hardest thing in Kenny MCcormick's life, had to be spending so much of it knowing that his efforts to be a decent guy were just going to be forgotten, for he had already been labeled. Labeled as some sort of whore by a guy he thought to be his friend. The rumor that he had spent many mornings waking up to unfamiliar girls, and the occasional guy after long nights of partying, was one that everyone was familiar with, and sadly was one he knew to be true. He had dreamt of meeting that one person, who'd stay by his side, and remember him when he passed on, but it had been long engraved into his mind, no one would ever care, and at least the desperate people who'd come to him, wouldn't leave him, even if it was for a short amount of time, for those few minutes, he was all someone was thinking about. Was that really such a bad thing, to want to matter?
Unfortunately, despite his reasoning, it came a crossed that way, and he became the guy everyone avoided, and not a single soul trusted. Sometimes, in the hall ways, he'd see a familiar face, one of a raven who he'd known since he was a little kid, and who had always hated him, even before this mess, and to his horror he always loved. Sometimes he'd try to smile at him passed his old beaten up parka, but Craig Tucker would always be a mystery, and would respond with his middle finger each and everytime.
It killed Kenny a little inside to even think his crush now days knew him as the disgusting man whore like everyone else seemed to, if only he could see, he only did these things, because that raven haired boy would never be his.
