sept. 2021.
maybe it was 2020, i don't remember. i don't want to think about it anyways.
we were in the same class. i was a loner- i didn't really have anyone. a few friends here and there, but they weren't really friends. just people to talk to to fill the void.
we're walking back from sports and you tug on my hair- i tell you to stop- but you keep going. it doesn't hurt, it's just weird. it feels like you're making fun of me. i knew i should've cut my hair, it looks weird long doesn't it ?
at the end of the day, you come to me to apologise. you say you like my hair, it's unique. the red strand makes it stand out.
that night, after class, you start following me on social media. i don't understand why you're interested in me, but it doesn't matter. i follow back.
i didn't mean to ruin everything
