It’s really weird when something triggers that one time in middle school when someone calls you annoying for the first time. I think that changed everything about the way I’ve acted towards people since then. I feel like I’m 11 again. I’m back to being that kid that talked to the teachers during lunch because no matter how little we had in common, they’d still talk to me.
I had a small breakdown at work today. The Loss Prevention guy at my store is the only person that ever sees it. He’s seen me cry at least twice. I wonder if he secretly worries about me. Or if he thinks I’m crazy. Not that it changes anything, but he’s so quiet. I always wonder.
You are a fucking idiot. I’m really happy I didn’t sleep with you. May your sex life and general ego die in a tenderloin crawl space.