A guy I don’t know very well handed me his yearbook and asked me if I wanted to sign it.
I said yes, and shortly after he added, “Just don’t write anything gay.”
I wrote this:
Fuck my actual butthole. You are a boy and so am I. We are going to have sex that is gay. Pound my rock hard cock and bite me.
Well this sounds like my Drew.
i went down to the middle school today for relay for life and i saw my old social studies teacher i had a crush on (don’t talk to me) and he was like “hey how are you i haven’t seen you in ages?” and the first thing i blurted out was “I JUST TURNED 18” and jesus christ if that’s not the thirstiest thing i’ve said in my whole life
There’s a good side and a bad side to being alone.
The good is it gives to a chance to figure out who you are.
The bad is you can think yourself into depression. You have nothing else to do but think. Your thoughts start out good then end with a bunch of negative shit, which leads to you freaking the fuck out.
And unless you’re someone who can talk yourself out of it, you’re basically screwed.
Find a hobby or a friend.
I never understood why it took people so long to get over their first loves because it wasn’t that difficult for me. I’m starting to think, however, that maybe I was never truly in love until now. In any case, I now feel the suffering.