Posts tagged: boys
Up late because I don’t have to be up early tomorrow. But I kinda do have to get up early because of homework.
I’m slowly learning I’m a drama queen. That one picture shouldn’t have caused me so much stress. It’s supposed to be funny! I would like to insert a lot of things to blame, but I’ll stick to myself tonight/this morning. (It’s 1:20ish am where I am. I don’t call it morning until after I wake up. Unless it’s my birthday or a friend’s birthday.)
I will stop rambling now. The pictures from New Orleans and Atlanta are finally up. I will be posting them soon!
Goodnight/morning. Be blessed! <3
I just want to write a bunch of poems about you. Maybe then my heart will be satisfied. Maybe then the fantasy will die.
A new original story by me!
trigger: anything, as an act or event, that serves as a stimulus and initiates or precipitates a reaction or series of reactions. (dictionary.com)
The Words of
Liam Isaiah McIntyre Trigger
What’s up world? Well not the world, yet. Maybe some day the world will take interest in this green and white journal that I use to express my thoughts. We’ll see. Because I don’t exactly plan on being someone incredibly famous. I don’t have any talent. Well people call me an artist because I am pretty good at ceramics. I make vases to put the flowers in at my mother’s florist shop. Betty’s Boutique is the name of the shop. I also make a few other things. I take requests and get money, but I would do it for free. I don’t know. Clay and my hands just feel right.
I’m not good at anything else. I’m average at school, average at sports, and below average with women. I have never been in love and I’m not sure if I ever will be. It’s not that I don’t want to. I would love a bunch of Trigger Jrs running around one day. All the girls I meet aren’t attracted to me and all the girls that are attracted to me, I’m not attracted to them. It’s a viscous cycle. Maybe one day. I don’t have standards for my perfect woman. I just want her.
Perhaps inquiring future minds would like to know just how I became being called Trigger. I’m called Trigger because I make things happen. Majority of the time, they are bad. I start fights and rifts among neighborhoods. I argue with the teachers in school. I’m guess what you could call a bad boy. Please don’t call me misunderstood. I understand me, if you don’t, don’t assume you never will. Ask me. I have a mouth and I use it quite often.
The good things I do make happen have dramatically changed peoples lives. People call me saint and a hero when I do good. (Amazing right?) But I just do me; as horribly cliche as it sounds, it’s the truth.
I do it the Liam Isaiah McIntyre way. (Yes that’s my name)
I do it the Trigger way.
Either you like it or you don’t.
More to come!!!