I think I should be on time. If not, whatever.
DAY TWO.
Can I just be like, "HURR NEVER HAD A FIRST LOVE SORRY". No? Well, fuck.
Umm. I'm well aware that, like. Kisses and crushes in preschool or elementary school never count like ever for srs, but I'm sure my first actual love love--that wasn't Tao Len from Shaman King, oh, god, I still love that boy like it's nobody's business, mutti even made fun of me for it, hence why she knows nothing of my love life now--was a boy in my 5th grade class. Hunter Heil. Yeah.
I got blushy around him, changed my seat so I sat next to him, prayed to be in his group on field trips, and laughed at all of his jokes, even if I didn't get them because they were all about PS2 games. (He might be one of the reasons I want to be a gamer now.) I was into anime, even back then, but I tried to dull that down for him, and I also tried to seem more womanly and blah blah blah to get him to like me.
Teenage girl syndrome, all that.
Ummm. I never actually confessed to him, but I told one girl who seemed to have told him, because while we were in math, he just decides to waltz up to my desk and say--I lie you not--"I know you like me, Mariah. But I don't like you."
WELL.
FUCK.
Of course, after that, I became a hikkikomori, dyed my hair with red streaks, went to an art middle school, turned into a bisexual, an art high school and had a substantial string of daters--17 year old boyfriend at 12, 12 year old girlfriend at 13, 13 year old boyfriend at 14, 15 year old girlfriend at 14. Not to mention how many anime characters I've swooned over and wished to become real--TEZUKAAAAAAAAAAAAA. SHIRAISHIIIIIIIIII. KIIIIIIIID. DIIIIINOOOOO.
I bet if he saw me now, he'd be disappointed. And, not in the, "I should've dated her" way. More like, "holy shit this chick liked me."
Ahh, fuck me.
Can I just be like, "HURR NEVER HAD A FIRST LOVE SORRY". No? Well, fuck.
Umm. I'm well aware that, like. Kisses and crushes in preschool or elementary school never count like ever for srs, but I'm sure my first actual love love--that wasn't Tao Len from Shaman King, oh, god, I still love that boy like it's nobody's business, mutti even made fun of me for it, hence why she knows nothing of my love life now--was a boy in my 5th grade class. Hunter Heil. Yeah.
I got blushy around him, changed my seat so I sat next to him, prayed to be in his group on field trips, and laughed at all of his jokes, even if I didn't get them because they were all about PS2 games. (He might be one of the reasons I want to be a gamer now.) I was into anime, even back then, but I tried to dull that down for him, and I also tried to seem more womanly and blah blah blah to get him to like me.
Teenage girl syndrome, all that.
Ummm. I never actually confessed to him, but I told one girl who seemed to have told him, because while we were in math, he just decides to waltz up to my desk and say--I lie you not--"I know you like me, Mariah. But I don't like you."
WELL.
FUCK.
Of course, after that, I became a hikkikomori, dyed my hair with red streaks, went to an art middle school, turned into a bisexual, an art high school and had a substantial string of daters--17 year old boyfriend at 12, 12 year old girlfriend at 13, 13 year old boyfriend at 14, 15 year old girlfriend at 14. Not to mention how many anime characters I've swooned over and wished to become real--TEZUKAAAAAAAAAAAAA. SHIRAISHIIIIIIIIII. KIIIIIIIID. DIIIIINOOOOO.
I bet if he saw me now, he'd be disappointed. And, not in the, "I should've dated her" way. More like, "holy shit this chick liked me."
Ahh, fuck me.