At eighteen I ran away from my family, Escaped from a deranged mother and a tired father, I thought my life finally had the slightest possibility that I would no longer be weak and independent, and no longer be on the same track with others, but I found that my catastrophe began from here.
At the age of eighteen, I met a boy with beautiful opal green eyes and messy lustrous blonde hair. He was full of rebellion but had an incomparably simple temperament; he was full of energy all day long, as if he had never been hurt by the world .
There are always thoughts like this in his head, that it is our responsibility to break the law because the law imprisons people's body and mind, and the real passionate soul should not be bound by the rules of the world! Let's go save people. Oh, how could they, how dare they, let their lives be spent day after day without passion? ! Oh, I believe in him, I follow him! He is my muse, he ignited the crater of the hot feelings in my heart, and since then the hot magma keeps rolling and rushing in my body. Howl, my darling, I will give all my passions and talents to my hands!
However, I dare not, those words of love flowed on the tip of my tongue, but were blocked by the strict lips. I can only imagine over and over again, how does his golden hair feel to the touch? Is it as soft and smooth as it looks? Why is he lying on my chest, what does that mean? How is his mood? can i kiss him? Oh I can't help it! That kiss was so sweet, it should be one of the most beautiful kisses in this century. Oh goddamn Jack why is he speaking out at this time? Why doesn't he say anything? Did he just leave? Does he like me? What does that represent? do i love him? do i want him? oh goddamn fuck what the hell am I thinking?
I know his brain is empty. His papers are all written for him by the poor bastard following his ass, and he's always repeating the over-and-over words of other people's words, but I don't care! I know he is shameless, greedy, merciless and irresponsible but I don't care! I know that he is greedy, naive, hangs on us like a leech and sucks our blood and our soul deeply but I don't care! When I was eighteen, when I had the most courage and capital. He showed me an alternative to living by the rules. We take drugs, skip classes, and we wantonly vent our unwillingness and anger in books that seem like the Bible. Hahaha. . . How boring my life would be without him. We Jews are born to be good at work, we are always serious and dedicated, we like rules and discipline, we are always so boring. New ideas, bursting out in a blank, first of all to confuse the senses, you are my best aphrodisiac. When I look into your eyes, I can't hold on for ten seconds. Did you think it was that girl? No, no, what does she look like? When I look into your emerald eyes, when I see the always indifferent smile on your face, oh forgive me, I fantasize about you! Why is it not YOU! ! ! ! 1
But I will let you go. A boy always learns love in one person, but learns to grow in another person. did you kill him? I do not know. All of you hold your own. You are full of lies, Lu. Did you kill D? I don't care about him. Does he live or die have anything to do with me? I never liked him. I care about you! Maybe I didn't understand until today. The world has spoiled you. We have spoiled you. You are so young and beautiful that we easily put what you need in front of you. You are used to taking and you don't even need to take because getting is so taken for granted. Mom said: The hardest decision your father ever made was to send her there. What a place that is! It's not gentle, it's not beautiful, it's not tender. It's so icy that it forces you to face the reality that no one is going to hold up that sky for you anymore.
At eighteen I fell in love with a boy, and at eighteen I gave up on him. The day I let go, I knew I was no longer entitled to him. What a wonderful thing in life, I went from a budding boy chanting rhythms to this unscrupulous prodigal son, and you step by step from the wilderness to the crowd. Others are always like that. Sex, drugs, destruction, have deconstructed our lives and will continue to build the lives of others, but I can move on after all.
At the age of eighteen, I held my wrist and watched you leave with such heartache.
Tips: Ellen and Lucian eventually went to bed. Alan attended Lucian's wedding. At the age of 28, Allen met the later part of his life and walked hand in hand for a lifetime.
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