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10/28/2018

THIS IS MY FIRST, FIRST, OF ALL THE ONES, OF ALL THE EVERYTHING, THE FIRST BLOG I WILL EVER, EVER MAKE. AND PARDON ME IF I HAVE SOME MISTAKES. DUE TO THE FACT THAT I’M NOT REALLY GOOD WITH... THIS... I KNOW I’LL MAKE SOME MISTAKES, AND I’M REALLY SORRY. I’M NO PERFECT, AS YOU MAY HAVE NOTICED (I MEAN, LOOK AT MY PROFILE).

Alright... so, what the hell is this blog? Well, it’s only me, your beloved host, starting this new thing calles “blogging” in this dead website named “Tumblr”, where people fight to be the most tolerant human being ever created, SJW’s cringe compilations, or some edgy, small, bad-written phrases people put to gain “notes” or “likes”, or whatever 13-years old call those things in social media.

Since ranting is my talent (next to breathing, thinking, and eating my nails), I’ll have to say something very important: yesterday, it was my birthday. I’m not even lying. I swear... like, it’s was my birthday, birthday. And, as you get older, every birthday you have begins to be less and less fun. Why? Because we’re growing. Sooner or later, you’ll have to see that in reality. you’re no essential part to this earth, and that hits you really quickly when you just... exited the door of that Subway’s you were eating. Well, yes, I was eating at the Breakfast Subway’s, or more known as iOS, IPOD, IHOB, IHOP, whatever. This person, who was like taking the orders, well, for some reason, it guessed that yesterday was my birthday, and they gave me this pancake and every little shit and something, and I was like:

“How do you know?”

“Oh, well, the person over there asked me to bring you something special, since... it’s your birthday.”

“Okay.”

“Yeh.”

I saw who the hell was sending me this shit, and it was my dear old friend whose name I call... Sheep. Why? Because, that person was a really close friend of mine, but as you see, people that are not-real (fake) are like sheep, following the crowd and everything, and we just ended up fading away, while I was missing him (yes, him), and he was... well, following the stupid crowd! Like, why would you change who you really are for some crappy people? It’s like, some far-left dudes that I know, that call themselves bisexuals but they only date guys, and even when I point out a cute girl (BY THE WAY, NOT INTERESTED IN THEM; AT ALL!), they’re like “Eww, gross.” It’s sincerely stupid.

I went over there, with the plate and everything, and sat in front of him.

“Hey,” I said.

“Hi! How you’ve been?”

“Good.”

“Sorry I interrupted you. It’s just that you were sitting there, lonely,” just exactly how I like it.

“Just exactly how I like it.”

“I know, hehe. Still... happy birthday! It’s such a surprise to see you here! I haven’t heard of you since August!”

“Yeah, same.”

“Cool, heh.”

We didn’t say anything. His omelette came, and I stared at it.

“It’s awkward,” I say.

“Yeah,” he replies.

“How... is your life?”

“You know, same old.”

“Cool beans.”

“Yeah, he,” he replied. “What are you gonna do today?”

Personally, I hate those type of questions. ‘What are you gonna do today?’ ‘Are you fine?’ ‘Do you wanna say something?’ Like, we never know what will happen today. Still, I knew he was trying to be nice. Yesterday, I was wearing some old shit from a year ago, and for some reason he noticed that.

“You know, wander around anything.”

“Hey, what if I invite you somewhere two hours later?”

AGHHH! This is the part I skip all the shit of ‘nah, I don’t want to ruin your day’, ‘oh no, it’s fine! We have to keep up!’ and the ‘you sure?’ with the ‘yeah! Let’s do it!’ and yes. It was despicable. Then... oh shit, he was doing it again. He was putting his leg near me, making me feel it, making me strange, umcomfortable, kinda horny, kinda shitty. You know, that’s what ruined our friendship. Sheep... well, Sheep was a Wolf. The thing is that, I messed with him, sexually. We were kinda in the moment. Now, he seemed like, doing it again. I stopped contacting him in August because then I had a boyfriend, and I told my boyfriend that I messed with Sheep, and my boyfriend was like ‘hey! what the fuck? I trusted you!’ and I had to tell him, because people, ALWAYS TELL THE TRUTH! I had to be direct with him. He was like ‘there’s no man like you! why would you do this to me?’ and, some garbage.

“Sheep, I don’t know...”

“Wait, sheep? What?”

“Sh- I don’t, I don’t know...”

He came near me. I was looking at his omelette.

“You enjoyed it, though,” he whispered. My pancake was literally fucked up. It was like... damned destroyed.

“I did, I did. But... that happened months ago.”

“I know, I know.”

“Sh- Sha! Thanks! I need to... I need to go... see ya.”

“You’re doing it again.”

I stopped, because... I was going to stand and leave, but the dude wanted to keep talking. “Do what?”

“Acting weird. Acting strange.”

“Oh, that.”

“Yeah.”

“Well...” I sat again. “Sorry.”

Some dude came to ask us if we wanted something else, and I dared to say: “Can I have a cup of water?”

Sheep didn’t say anything. He began to eat his omelette, while I kept killing my Mickey Mouse pancake.

“We should,” I said.

“We should what?” he replied.

“Do some... stuff.”

“Stuff?” he replied surprised.

“Yeah.”

“I... I don’t know what do you mean.”

I began, well, my hormones began to touch his leg with mine. He was getting umcomfortable, strange. He was getting weirded out. His face was confused, and he seemed like he was about to shout, or something. Later on, I remembered that I didn’t use my pilly-d’s, and it was all part of my imagination. He never messed with me, but I did with him. It wasn’t my boyfriend, because, it was his. And it wasn’t my birthday. It was his birthday!

“Oh, shit. Sorry.”

I stood up, looking at the fork with some pieces of omelette cutted out. I saw some people looking at me, and I got out of the restaurant thinking on what the hell did I just do. 

And now that I’m writing this, I keep on believing that it was my birthday, when it was his, and it sucks that I ruined his day, trying to... mess with him again. Maybe I wanted him to stop the victim’s things, or some shit. I don’t know. Now that I’m reading this, I might regret posting this. But as I said, this is some edgy blog! Yes, I messed with him, and we both enjoyed it. Yes, SJW’s, it was with consent. And yesterday, now that I remember, he was waiting for his new boyfriend, because if he was single, we would have fucked right in that minute. Right in iOS, IPOD, IHOB, IHOP, whatever.

I guess that’s all for now. Sorry you had to read this. As I said, it’s my first of my first. I promise to, be better. Cya, humans.

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