My life is devoid of color I think to myself as I shuffle down the crowded streets of New Jersey. I've been living 8 years as a teenager and what have I done that could be on a tv show or in the newspaper. Hell the people on modern family are more exciting than me. I'm only suffocating myself thinking about this but I can't help it. I need something, but I can't put my finger on it. The more I think about this the more bland what I see seems. Every building in this city is brown or gray. Every melancholy street is filled with the same grey men in grey suits shuffling to work. I can't tell if I lost the color or if the world lost it. Either way it makes my days increasingly depressing. I start to hear lyrics forming in my head for my next song
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I realize I've been talking to myself while he is chattering away in front of me, he seems quite nervous if I may add. "Anyways I'm Michael and again I'm so sorry but um I'm actually on my way back to my flat it's just up here and you could get some clean clothes" Somehow I find myself saying yes and walking down the street while he stammers on about how he just broke up with his girlfriend so he had some of her clothes I could wear but whatever I'm about to get fucking murdered and no one is gonna know. I mean I'm not afraid of dying but homicide was not the way I plan to go- "I must be annoying you, you've barely said a word" oh shit right "oh sorry, I'm not very good with first impressions or talking or being with people in general sorry" God first actual thing I'm saying is sorry and I'm the one with coffee on my …show more content…
"Here I'll go back in my room and see what I can find. What siz- oh sorry that was impolite umm just wait out here okay?" This kid was really trying and now that I'm pretty sure he's not going to murder me I don't really mind. I stand back up, uncomfortable from sitting in wet clothes, and look around his shelves. Definitely a lover of music with a great taste. His shelves are lined with green day and blink and I think I might be developing a crush and oh god no. I sit myself back down not letting myself sink into this. I can't help but let my eyes wander around the room. Bright paintings hung around the room. The paintings are so detailed all with different shades of red. The color oh my god It's almost overwhelming. Maybe I'm not so devoid maybe just i-idk. "Um I hope these will fit. You can go in there to change. Um I'll pull out some food yeah" I quietly take the clothes and close myself into the room. Obviously his, as the only main colors were black and red. Obviously his aesthetic was hmmm particular. The clothes he gave me were extremely girly, a pale pink short skirt a classy white collared shirt. I would never wear this. Ever. I pull the shirt over my head and it seems to fit but Lordy does the skirt hurt to put on. It's small and tight and I walk out
I realize I've been talking to myself while he is chattering away in front of me, he seems quite nervous if I may add. "Anyways I'm Michael and again I'm so sorry but um I'm actually on my way back to my flat it's just up here and you could get some clean clothes" Somehow I find myself saying yes and walking down the street while he stammers on about how he just broke up with his girlfriend so he had some of her clothes I could wear but whatever I'm about to get fucking murdered and no one is gonna know. I mean I'm not afraid of dying but homicide was not the way I plan to go- "I must be annoying you, you've barely said a word" oh shit right "oh sorry, I'm not very good with first impressions or talking or being with people in general sorry" God first actual thing I'm saying is sorry and I'm the one with coffee on my …show more content…
"Here I'll go back in my room and see what I can find. What siz- oh sorry that was impolite umm just wait out here okay?" This kid was really trying and now that I'm pretty sure he's not going to murder me I don't really mind. I stand back up, uncomfortable from sitting in wet clothes, and look around his shelves. Definitely a lover of music with a great taste. His shelves are lined with green day and blink and I think I might be developing a crush and oh god no. I sit myself back down not letting myself sink into this. I can't help but let my eyes wander around the room. Bright paintings hung around the room. The paintings are so detailed all with different shades of red. The color oh my god It's almost overwhelming. Maybe I'm not so devoid maybe just i-idk. "Um I hope these will fit. You can go in there to change. Um I'll pull out some food yeah" I quietly take the clothes and close myself into the room. Obviously his, as the only main colors were black and red. Obviously his aesthetic was hmmm particular. The clothes he gave me were extremely girly, a pale pink short skirt a classy white collared shirt. I would never wear this. Ever. I pull the shirt over my head and it seems to fit but Lordy does the skirt hurt to put on. It's small and tight and I walk out