(don't) call me by my name

and they were roommates

wooyoung 

most people found it weird for me to immediately give them a nickname after meeting them. but, then again, i haven't met many people. the reason being, of course, watching someone die in front of my eyes from a slip-up.

the two people i have met, i forgot their names. i needed to be sure i wouldn't harm the two people i care about. now, in my mind, their names are "joong" and "angel".

i was somewhat grateful for my parents disability to hide their true emotions, because if they were good at it, i would have never moved out, and would have never met my best friends.

can they still be my best friends, even if i don't know their names?

whatever. all that matters is that i care for them, and them for me.

when they had first approached me and offered help with moving my boxes up to my apartment, i was skeptical. i had never knowb humans to be anything but deceiving and viceful, but one glance at their faces showed their sincerity.

once we had successfully put the boxes in my apartment to be unpacked later, they invited me to their apartment. we engaged in lots of small talk and i was shocked to find out that they were the about the same age as me at the time. when i had questioned their status, they simply glanced at each other and said, "homophobic parents".

on one hand, i could relate, being gay myself, but i had never come out to anyone until them. i feared that i would come out and only succeed in further isolating myself as a freak to my "parents".

they had asked a similar question and i didn't know the proper way to say, "my parents took advantage of my ability to kill people with a simple movement of my mouth and i needed to get away from them".

so instead i simply said "same".