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I'm not sure about this guy, I've been talking to him for awhile...Sure I've known him for, what? 6months? But he sounds sincere. Then again...he did mention that he knew someone...dangerous
All my life I've been taught to stay away from online "friends". They would always say that in school, "they're not your friends, you can't trust people on the internet." Yeah, I get that, but that's the problem. You forgot to mention the people that are there for you, the ones that help with the problems you had at school. Unlike the friends you have in real life, to be honest, they're the ones you have to look out for. They might sound trustworthy, but that's what they want you to think.
This guy is different, if not, trouble..and he might not be the best way to go. Sometimes I catch a slip. He would say the wrong thing and delete it. I don't mean those "oops, wrong person" messages, I'm talking about the little details in the texts that they send you. A bit of a hint that something's off. If you're a normal person, you'd think nothing of it and convince yourself you're thinking too much into it. Thinking you were adding a new meaning to every word, like they did in those reading passages in grade school. But you know? I've never really been good in reading, especially if it means reading in between the lines.
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My life is pretty normal. I have a hot girlfriend, nice friends and everything around me is just chill. But then this guy comes along. He ramms my back with his shoppibg cart and i drop all of my things. While helping me pick them up, he stripes my hand with his and smirks at me. Weird. But the same night, this creep is in my bed. I don't know how the fuck he got in, but somehow he gets me to let him stay the night. He's weird, pervy and always comes on to me and says he'd love to fuck me and shit. But there is something about his behaviour i like. He is funny. And somehow i let him stay with me for a few nights. Which turn into weeks. He opened up about him from time to time and i notice, he does not have it easy. And something inside of me is changing as well. He makes me feel...weird. But not in a bad way. And i don't know why, but somehow my super hot girlfriend starts to piss me off. But sometimes things get awkward when he kisses my neck to tease me... but i know he's just joking. He always does that. - WARNING: This story contains self harm and verbal and mental abuse.☡ ... Again, i really don't know how to describe storys. This is really shitty explained. Well, this is not even a description this is more like his view over the first few days and stuff. Idk. Give it a go and then judge for yourself. I might change the description though because i only just started this book. But thanks already for reading. Have fun.
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