Why do boys do bad things?
Why do boys hurt beautiful girls who've been through enough?
Better yet, why do boys who seem like good boys cheat on good girls?
This is what I've been asking myself since yesterday. So let me tell you a story.
Once there was a beautiful girl with smooth chocolate-y skin and a beautiful smile. She was confident and true to her words. She loved her friends and would be their for their tears and force laughter and smiles when they really needed it. Then, when she was 13, her parents got divorced, she moved away from the city she grew up in and her dad moved too, meaning....she never got to see her friends who got reallly selfish about that (and still are) and then her mom began verbally abusing her and her little sister. But they stayed strong. This girl helped raise her little sister because her mother basically couldn't. Then, at age 17, she helped a girl who couldn't always find a smile get through the worst and told her she was beautiful when she was bald and rubbed her back when she puked from the chemo. She did what others couldn't do. Then this friend passed, and we had to deal and we did, she did better than me but we got through it and came out stronger with a purpose to live. Then, this past December, this abuse got even worse with her mothe, so she made the decision in the middle of her senior year to take her sister and move to Boston...a hundred or so miles away from her mother becuase it became too much and she needed to. Then, when she was there, she was happier than ever. Her sister made good friends, she made good friends. And then, when she turned 18 in April, she met this great guy...a junior at her school. They went to prom together, and then, her best friend AKA ME, met him and approved. He was the nicest guy, sweet, adorable. They shared three weeks in Germany with thier schools exchange this July and June and then, a week after they get home...
BAM. She sees him cheating on her. Like that, everything good about this boy becomes bad. And it just makes me so mad that, someone who knew all of that, would go and do that to her. It's not right. It makes me so mad.
So today she came up and we went for a long walk on the beach and hung out and baked and blasted revenge songs (the best ones "kerosene" and "picture to burn") and we danced and screamed the lyrics. Just had some good girl time.
She's just so heartbroken and I wish I could do more to help her. Make it all feel better. But I can't. I don't think nothing can.
Oh yeah....we wrote a really really great guy-trashing breakup song. Well, a few songs...but one good one. Haha.