this is nonfiction, this is all legitimate stuff that's happened in my life
but i can tell that it's not going to have a happy ending
sorry ☹
(and i'm putting this book in the humor category because i think my life is a joke and people think jokes...
i guess i'm able to type this out now without completely losing my eyesight to blurs of tears
okay, here we go
basically, we texted 24/7 for the first four days, and everything was the best, i felt great, the happiest i'd ever been
key word: felt, which is is in the past tense
the fifth day, i noticed he stopped calling me cute nicknames
no more sunshine
no more gato (that's spanish for cat, because my name's kat)
no more cupcake
not even little miss popular
(it seems the title of this story is no longer me)
i felt a little down about it, but i pushed those negative feelings of doubt away
then, a couple hours later, i noticed that he had stopped saying suggestively sexual things or even lightly flirting back with me
i began to worry
i asked if i was annoying him, if i was texting him too much, but he assured me that i wasn't annoying him, and he just doesn't talk much
i felt a little better
but then, he started saying he was busy when i knew what he was doing
and i felt a little more upset, but i decided to leave him be in that moment because i was probably annoying him, and i would definitely be if i kept texting him
the sixth day, in class
he tells me that he's not used to talking to someone all hours of the day and that it's "weird" for him
his explanation was in a negative tone, as if this weird was bad
but i remembered the first couple days and his constant eager replies
...was it not weird in the beginning then?
at this point, i was absolutely paranoid and i really felt like i had done something wrong, and i felt really bad about making him feel uncomfortable with whatever i had done.
so, after school, i typed out this:
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