So I once had an unfortunate encounter with my ex-boyfriend. He asked me why I was sad. (He still liked me, so I guess he still cared.)
I said I was stressed and he asked over what. I panicked. Panicked.
So I told him, "Well honestly, ____, I am stressing over the fact that I will one day die and the possibility that somebody that hates my guts might kill me."
No joke. He laughed and just hugged me and said, "No ones going to kill you, Kelsey. Okay? Don't stress over something made up and fake."
Then, I lost it.
"YOU DONT KNOW WHAT YOUR TALKING ABOUT!! LAY OFF! I don't think you've realized how many times I've cried over fan-fictions and movies and made up things from my own brain!" And after that I waked away.
He kinda stayed away from me after that and yeah... It was funny afterwards, though.
True story...

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