Writer's Block: First Things First
What: my stuffed rabbit Bunny FooFoo (sometimes with Mr. as the prefix). I took that bunny everywhere with me and sucked on his ears. My earliest thought was when I got him I didn't like the patterns the paint on the eyes made, so I licked on them (and apparently teethed, to). I was devastated when I came home from vacation once to find my young husky had ripped him to pieces and strewn his stuffing about the house.
Who: In the non-platonic way, probably a boy named Stephen. He was the first boy that didn't seem to mind or notice my weight and found out I liked him, but didn't run away in disgust/terror. He ended up just leading me on and then asking out one of my best friends. Who I'm no longer best friends with. I thought I was over him, but still whenever I see him and talk to him, I forget what he did to me and put me through. It's infuriating.
Who: In the non-platonic way, probably a boy named Stephen. He was the first boy that didn't seem to mind or notice my weight and found out I liked him, but didn't run away in disgust/terror. He ended up just leading me on and then asking out one of my best friends. Who I'm no longer best friends with. I thought I was over him, but still whenever I see him and talk to him, I forget what he did to me and put me through. It's infuriating.