From the WestSide with Love

Just days after I turn 18 and enter adulthood, I experience inspiration once again. Another chance to get it all out per say. You know I never had a childhood or high school sweetheart, a girl to just be inseparable with. I always got close to only be left with the only bad question... What If? To completely be unappreciative of my childhood would be selfish and naive, but there are some things I wanted to do like take a girl I actually like to a dance or take a girl on a date to the fair and win her a big teddy bear and kiss her at the top of the Ferris wheel. Cute shit like that. It almost feels like something is missing. In English, we learned about this thing called archetype. Its basically a template and thanks to the guidance of the Disney channel and teen movies, I have failed to fulfill it. The checkbox remains unmarked and I remain... alone. It sounds depressing but due to my current lack of the command of the English language, I cannot put it into jollier words. The point is I start to feel that there is something wrong with me. It can happen so sudden, one moment its all flowers and rainbows and the next you begin to hate yourself, and label yourself an outcast because you're a little different. And after a while you begin to notice that the only thing that was wrong with you is that you wanted to be a copy when we all know that the original is better. Now in terms of the problem with girls, I'm still a little lost. Just bad timing or maybe there's a fear within them that you could potentially be the one. At that point they have to be willing to give themselves to you and that's a huge commitment. So instead of being sad that I'm potentially the perfect guy(not trying to sound cocky) I'll just keep trying to sell my brand of love until I find the highest bidder.