BrazilianLiveMatter
Been to hell
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Yesterday I went to a friend's house, he was going to call someone to drink and smoke, (before you ask there were only two girls and one of them was my friend's GF) I took the opportunity to get high and started thinking about some things, my friend had a younger step sister, i remember going to his house before and seeing her, i had thought she was very cute, some would give 6/ but she was my type, white, dark hair so i decided to sleep at my friend to maybe get a chance to talk to her the next day.
After waking up and the effect faded I didn't feel as confident as I used to, so maybe the most I could do was ask for the number or whatever. when we were in the room I saw her, she fucking changed a lot, she was much prettier than I remembered, I just didn't have a chance, before I left she was still in the room, drawing, I thought, well I know how to draw maybe I I can talk to her, it was dark so before I walked out the door I asked "why are you drawing in the dark?" she looked at me it felt like an eternity and then went back to drawing, bang a straight shot to the head, honestly i spoke so low she mustn't have heard but the fact that she didn't express any reaction... it was like i came out of the fantasy world and I got into reality again, I felt like an idiot I think drinking affected my self-awareness, she didn't have any good impressions of me from the start, to her I was just a shy guy friend of her brother who likes to get high, now As I write this text I realize I can't blame her, I was the most real loser stereotype she must have ever seen.
now back to misery
After waking up and the effect faded I didn't feel as confident as I used to, so maybe the most I could do was ask for the number or whatever. when we were in the room I saw her, she fucking changed a lot, she was much prettier than I remembered, I just didn't have a chance, before I left she was still in the room, drawing, I thought, well I know how to draw maybe I I can talk to her, it was dark so before I walked out the door I asked "why are you drawing in the dark?" she looked at me it felt like an eternity and then went back to drawing, bang a straight shot to the head, honestly i spoke so low she mustn't have heard but the fact that she didn't express any reaction... it was like i came out of the fantasy world and I got into reality again, I felt like an idiot I think drinking affected my self-awareness, she didn't have any good impressions of me from the start, to her I was just a shy guy friend of her brother who likes to get high, now As I write this text I realize I can't blame her, I was the most real loser stereotype she must have ever seen.
now back to misery