drawing triangle.

stories and shit 1

i had an emotional breakdown once in grade 5 and flower was indeed my classmate.

so basically what happened was :

on first friday mass ::

we weren't allowed in aster's room since frangipani was supposed to be in the 4th grader's room, so there i was stuck with my crumpled mood and self, and flower beside me. I drew a lot of vent art in that stage of sad ass life that i actually enjoy doing it now, it drains the shit out of you and makes you feel better. the problem of drawing beside flower? she drew better than i did, and out of all the torn-up bisexual people in the triangle, i was the worst in drawing and emotional handling skills. so you know my emotions go down the drain and straight up my ass ready to produce tears that may last your lifetime. and that's when it started pushing my eyes off and drained out that beautiful, clear liquid out of my eyes.

then that's how it starts making flower question my life ::

lauren? are you okay?

(in distance) cher umiiyak po siya

lauren dude you okay?

(pats back)

(teacher calls for frangipani to get to their classroom)

lauren, let's go.

yes im filipino bitch

anyways that when I thought: am I gay?

so we went back to the classroom of course, I talked to the teachers and all the fucking shitstick things. and then I felt something tug my skirt. I looked down and it was flower.

lauren, are you fine now?

yeah, I am.

did you see the drawing?

what drawing?

I looked under my chair and that's the time I got so shook at flower, she made a redraw of my vent art which had strings or ropes in it, I think it was like "no strings on me" or something.

are you gonna keep it?

yeah, it looks so good.

thanks, your drawing was good too.

thanks for helping me.

no problem.

and she went back to her table with a smile on her face.

and also that's the time I said: yeah I'm totally gay.

when I went back home I kept the drawing inside a storage box, and I searched something ::

GOOGLE SEARCH : BISEXUAL

that's how I knew I was gay
more school stories will come so yeet

bye