How did we meet..
Well i can tell you that is pretty cliché.
Okay so when i was like 13? I think my brother was 16? 17?idk but he had a friend. Not a boyfriend just a friend. I think.. (idk if he is gay okay..) but okay. So he went to see him a lot. And when i say a lot i mean a lot. Like almost every day.
So after a few months i got to meet "That One Special Friend" i wasnt that happy about is. I didnt know him, but i know my brother and most of his friends so yeahh wasnt that excited.. (they were almost all 16-18 year old boys okay i thought they were a little bit weird back then.)
Anyway i was meeting him one night, and to my suprise.. i really liked him. He was pretty nice.
But me and my weird thinking were pretty sure i would never see him again. So i was like "yeah bye, its not like we are gonna see eachother again or something so no. No hug for you. "
The night ended, i want back home with my brother and i didnt hug him. Because why would i hug a pretty much stranger i will never see again?
But o boy was i wrong about never seeing him again.
A boy next to me is dry humping a street light.. (im at the train station waiting for my train to take me home, its like 2.30pm so yeah its pretty weird dont ya think?
Aaaand i lost my story again. Ill just leave it like this.. byeeeeeh!x
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Problems. (just rants)
RandomAll the things that are wrong in my life. Nothing to dramatic don't worry. Just needed to get these things off of my chest. (As some of you know, i'm Dutch, so i try but cant really write in English. Sorry.)
