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I was a little bit suicidal at the time of being in high school. Who wasn't?

I shouldn't sugarcoat the truth or make it sound like since I think about it, I'm a basket case. I'm not. I'm not weird. I'm not a mental case. I was simply thinking, but I was also in unquestionable, undebatable and extraordinarily inalienable love with Josh Dun.

When I use to think about cutting my wrist or giving up completely I replace those thoughts with drawing some sort of masterpiece for Josh and showing it to him the next day at school. But I'm going to paint you a picture about reality.

Everyday when I come to our first period class together there is no intimate body meets, romance novel stares or aimless pivot conversations. It rains a lot outside the window of my class though and I stare out of that window almost everyday it does.

That's how I avoided walking up to Josh every other day and asking him to be my boyfriend in front of everyone. It was a crazy idea, it was thoughtless. He had a girlfriend who's panties he tugs everyday when he sits behind her desk. But he wasn't just that guy, he was so much more than that when I finally met him.

I might've judged him in my head a lot before despite being completely in love with him. Because so often we paint pictures... but we never really focus on the entire canvas.

 but we never really focus on the entire canvas

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