I’d like to forget. I’d like to say my eyes remained dry and that my first relationship didn’t affect me that much. But he became everything to me. He did and I blew it. I blew it and I let it affect me. And now I have this squirtle plushie to remember him by.
12, I had a real party.
13, 1 came.
14, no one and nothing.
15, he came. And now it never happened. I’m a social dumbass.