So, I see you people intentionally avoid all entries that appear that they may have a bit of substance.
You've been duped!
Since your here, you may as well read, and comment.
I hop on the bus and this weird dude starts talking to me. Fairly normal bus s**t.
By the way, I'm the italic text.
"What time is it?"
"8:45"
"Where do you live?"
"Small town"
"What are you doing?"
"Going home."
"From where?"
"School."
"WHY?"
"Class cancelled."
"What are you doing the rest of the day? Hanging out at the bars? Going out for anything?"
"Back to class."
"Oh, I'd stay sober for that. Guess you can't go hang out at a bar with me."
"I'm underaged. Like, 5 years under age."
"s**t. You're 16?"
"Yes."
The bus driver knows me, and has learned how I deal with people, so he laughed his a** off at the guy for walking right into it. This bus driver has heard me tell people I'm gay so they go away.
Just for your information, I'm an EXTREMELY anti-social person. I don't talk to people in person because they weird me out. Over the internet, it's fine. It's like talking to a robot who thinks it has a personality. No big deal. You're just as faceless as my CPU.
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If words could erase the pain,
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