shit-day

*flashback to 2k15*

ever since i remember, my neighbor’s cousin has been bugging me. every time he played soccer and i walked past him, he would kick the ball towards me and leave me crying. (i stopped crying at 8, when i started hitting the fucker back) he would also call me names and you know, immature crap. 

around january of that year, he started acting nicely towards me - which made me think he was just mature - anyhow, overtime when his family gathered at my neighbors house, i would hang there cause they were funny; they would always say that we should date and remind us that when we were like five i said he was my prince and kissed him in front of his family… so, yeah. i would just laugh and ignore it.

by the end of the year we were at my house with my childhood friend (girl) just talking and then “he” (neighbor’s cousin) came to us and took my friend to MY room so i just sat there awkwardly. minutes later, they invited me in and i felt the fucking tension. 

she closed the door and he walked over to me, his hands on his back. he didn’t say anything but just hand me a construction paper which said something like “wanna be my girlfriend? i love you”.

my whole body went cold and i just stood there for a moment, then i handed him the construction paper back and…

RAN AWAY.  LITERARY RAN AWAY FROM MY ROOM AND ASKED MY DAD IF I COULD GO TO MY COUSINS HOUSE AND HAVE A SLEEPOVER.

we didn’t talked to each other for like the next year and a half.

(olive, tell anyone about this and ill cut you.)

- your pantless hero, carl.