Had another breakdown today—insurance hurry please.
Necessary things for happiness; son, pokemon, crazy meds, people who don’t bring me down ( unfortunately, some of my family is excluded from that list ), and as always—music.
when i was 5 years old my best friend was a boy named kyle who didn’t know how to knock on doors so he made dinosaur noises outside my window to wake me up in the summer until i demonstrated how to ball his fists and slam them against my doors. we collected caterpillars in my trailer park and built them houses while we traded pokemon cards. he wasn’t the only one. there was ben, and mitch, and noah—but kyle’s the only one who hurt me, because when he tried to kiss me and i asked him why, he told me “because you’re a boy and i’m a girl, shouldn’t we like each other?”
i missed him so much and i wondered why he couldn’t just be my friend like he always was
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