Back in the days I didn’t mind being ronery. Fuck, I even preferred it.
But then she came into the picture, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, she was small, cute as all hell, had pale skin and long red hair. I could have fucking killed for her. That’s how beautiful she was to me.
So what did I do about this you ask?
I’ll tell you: Nothing.
That’s right, I did nothing. The same as I’ve always done about everything in my life, I sat there as a passive little faggot completely lacking the ability to act, day after day I sat there letting it all slip past.
Now classes are over, I’m 24.
A hollow shell completely without social skills, with nothing to do but wallow in self-hatred and disgust for the person I was, and am.