Today is Sofaking's birthday. It makes me physically sick to even think about him. That whole situation is just fucked. I can't believe I ever cared about that kid.
The last time I saw him I was on my way to DK's and I saw him driving. I was so winded that I sat in my vehicle extra long. When I went inside DK asked if I was okay (you can see out their front window pretty easily). I said yes but he gave me a hug and made sure I really was okay. I was winded for probably half an hour.
I hate that he has that kind of power over me. Power that leads me to go into a panic attack and lose all sense of reality. I wish that I could talk to him. I wish he had the courage to have a conversation with me. Just so I could see what he'd say.
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