my guy friend and how he f***ed me up without meaning to
Category: Real Life
Current mood:  ashamed

Okay...
so this is gonna be mess, because I am that type of person that represses memories for the sake of my mental health and acts like that's not the reason it's deteriorating. 

Now... so.

Right, I'll start with our first encounter:
We were in school, there were only like 4 month or so left from 10th grade. Yeah, I believe that's the time we met. We were on campus in lunch break and my friend L, a very tall and weeby guy (he's pretty random), came to me and brought some scrawny dude with him.
He was way shorter than L, but L's like 6'3 so.. Anyways, he wore a white bandana, a white button up that hung loosely on his skinny frame and black dress pants. He had glasses and black, slighlty shaggy middle-parted hair. He was vietnamese, but he too, was a weeb. He really liked dancing out of nowhere, listening to his bluetooth speaker playing some cool beats. I found him funny, but I was too shy to say anything, I was going through my "f*** the world" phase back then. Well.. it never went away. But that does not matter now. Anyways, I only remember vaguely telling him my name and just listening to the two talk. Sometimes I'd add a silly joke here and there, but that was about all of my courage I could muster. Back then I could not tell how little by little my sanity started slipping away.