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ooc: My name is Steven Patterson turned 25 just a few weeks
ago. with my dark black hair cut short an green eyes an 6'3
180 pound frame isnt to shabby, an the new habit of working out
in the gym is starting to prove worth while. My mustache an gotee are trimmed very close to my skin as in other places
ic: *Beep Beep Beep Beep* I hit the off button on my alarm. Once again wake up throw own my loose fit sweats light up a cigarette
an take a brisk walk a few blocks down the street to the local gym. I cough a few times grab my chest an repeat the words I have said a million times over as I look at myself in the mirror I am going to quit this shit. I never do though. I walk back into my bedroom an look at the picture on my nightstand. Damnit life claimed her way to early we both were only 24 years old an now I was left alone. She had passed away almost six months now.
An I still havent went out with another woman, I think I was just denying the truth but, I felt as if I didnt want to. I whiped away the tear sliding down the rightside of my face bite my lip an head for the door. I have found the only thing I can do is just go with the flow an deal with it with time. As soon as I open the door to my apartment complex the cold hits me an I do my best to walk as swiftly as the cold breeze sweeping by me.
ago. with my dark black hair cut short an green eyes an 6'3
180 pound frame isnt to shabby, an the new habit of working out
in the gym is starting to prove worth while. My mustache an gotee are trimmed very close to my skin as in other places
ic: *Beep Beep Beep Beep* I hit the off button on my alarm. Once again wake up throw own my loose fit sweats light up a cigarette
an take a brisk walk a few blocks down the street to the local gym. I cough a few times grab my chest an repeat the words I have said a million times over as I look at myself in the mirror I am going to quit this shit. I never do though. I walk back into my bedroom an look at the picture on my nightstand. Damnit life claimed her way to early we both were only 24 years old an now I was left alone. She had passed away almost six months now.
An I still havent went out with another woman, I think I was just denying the truth but, I felt as if I didnt want to. I whiped away the tear sliding down the rightside of my face bite my lip an head for the door. I have found the only thing I can do is just go with the flow an deal with it with time. As soon as I open the door to my apartment complex the cold hits me an I do my best to walk as swiftly as the cold breeze sweeping by me.