Just a drabble while I was listening to Paramore. Inspired by a drawing my brother did.
I own nothing. And there is not a day I cry about that.
Love makes us all total, complete, blabbering morons. It's, like, a stated fact or something.
So anyway, it kinda sucks, being in love. No, seriously. Have you ever been in love? If you have, you know what I'm talking about.
See, it's all fucked up. People say they're in 'love' all the time, but it's really not that simple. You get this tight feeling in your chest and you can't really breathe properly. You feel light headed, and most of the time you blame it on your ability to not breathe. Ha. That's love for you.
Me? I've never actually fallen in love myself. Everything I've heard I hear second hand. But I take my friends words for it because, well, they are my friends, you know? They've fallen in and out of 'love' so many times I can't even count them. It's kinda sad, but hey- they're just lovable people.
But I won't say I believe that they've fallen in 'love' per say. I think love is a once-in-a-lifetime thing, you know? It's just something that happens. Like in those cheesy romance novels everyone likes, where the sweet, innocent, nerdy girl falls for the huge, handsome jock with a large ego and muscles just as large. A once-in-a-lifetime type of thing.
My name is Naota. People tend to call me Takkun. By people, I mean Mamimi. But I don't really feel like going there.
Actually, scratch what I said earlier. I have fallen in love. And it sucked. Totally, utterly sucked.
Her name was Haruhara Haruko. She was nineteen when I met her, but now that I think about it, that might not have been her real age. Heck, that might not have even been her real name.
Like I said. Love makes us total morons. It's really stupid. And me; I'm a fourteen year old who fell in love with an alien with a mean base guitar.
I met her when she hit me upside the head with said base guitar. It hurt like hell. I just put a bandaid over it, but over time, it grew this huge horn and it turned into a robot that became by freaking maid.
Sounds weird? Yeah, I'd think so too if I was reading this two years ago.
Nothing amazing happens here. It's totally boring. Or, was. Haruko came. I'm not sure what happened, really, or why- everything's just a blur now.
Have you ever had the feeling of being powerless? The horrific sensation of seeing everything that matters waste away, with nothing you can do stop it? You might find yourself trying to stop the sun from setting, the leaves from falling, or banishing nightmares with your bare hands. You might even find yourself shedding your tears, realizing there is only one way to stop that feeling: Giving up.
So what do I think of Love? Simple.
It's stupid. It's really, really stupid.
But it's needed.