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Story time
inb4 0, dn read, you expect me to read this essay?
As a kid I was outside almost 24/7 a lot of times with friends but very often alone either skating or shooting hoops.
Well when I was in middle school, 13 years old there was this pretty blonde girl I had never seen before riding her scooter at the basketball courts.
Had a couple piercings on each ear and dressed a little emo with the clothing brands and makeup but nothing extreme.(is this called alt nowadays?)
She was obviously a couple years older than me and I found it funny that this highschool girl was riding a scooter at her age.
We make eye contact and she says hi.
Thats it for our first interaction. I ignore her like the autist i am and keep playing basketball.
Next day after school Im alone shooting hoops again.
Couple hours in when its dark already shes back on her scooter and says hi again.
This time I say hi back and we start talking. I find out she just moved, is 16 years old and will be attending the highschool my middleschool feeds into.
Every once in a while we randomly meet again at the park and talk if I wasnt with my group of friends. Maybe once a week on average or so.
We usually just talked and took turns on her scooter lol. Sometimes she played basketball with me but she was trash. I wanna point out now this is nothing romantic cause she was like 3 years older than me. I guess she just didnt have any friends.
We talk about our life, problems, dreams and whatever a 16 and 13 year kid can think of.
Its odd how honest you can be with someone when theres no societal expectations.
She was an only child, her dad had left when she was little and her mom was almost always working so she was pretty alone.
Even with these circumstances she was bright, cheerful, and would always listen to my bitch ass complain about my problems.
Talking to her had boosted my self esteem a ton.
And it wasnt just to me. She was kind to everyone and people liked being around her.
Well where am I going with this?
We were friends for about a year probably a little less.
One day when she was walking home by herself at night she got raped and beat by a homo erectus. Took her virginity and her joy for life.
So bad she needed to stay in the hospital for a couple of days.
She dropped out of school and never came to the park anymore.
We rarely texted but I found out she had picked up a cocaine habit and needed to go to rehab.
Well after rehab for a month shes out and is still hooked on drugs.
Starts fucking drugdealers cause she cant pay for coke and whatever else she was on.
She stopped communicating with me and anyone I knew.
In my sophomore year of highschool I get the news, she committed suicide and was a crack addict before she roped.
So thats the end. A shitty life became even more shitty and it ended in the shit.
No hollywood bluepilled lie of making it out of the gutter.
The nicest girl I had ever known and thats what she gets? Getting assaulted, violated and raped?
What about all the dreams she ever had?
Thats Gods plan? Thats karma? That was her dharma? Her fate?
Her destiny was just to commit suicide?
fuck all that
inb4 0, dn read, you expect me to read this essay?
As a kid I was outside almost 24/7 a lot of times with friends but very often alone either skating or shooting hoops.
Well when I was in middle school, 13 years old there was this pretty blonde girl I had never seen before riding her scooter at the basketball courts.
Had a couple piercings on each ear and dressed a little emo with the clothing brands and makeup but nothing extreme.(is this called alt nowadays?)
She was obviously a couple years older than me and I found it funny that this highschool girl was riding a scooter at her age.
We make eye contact and she says hi.
Thats it for our first interaction. I ignore her like the autist i am and keep playing basketball.
Next day after school Im alone shooting hoops again.
Couple hours in when its dark already shes back on her scooter and says hi again.
This time I say hi back and we start talking. I find out she just moved, is 16 years old and will be attending the highschool my middleschool feeds into.
Every once in a while we randomly meet again at the park and talk if I wasnt with my group of friends. Maybe once a week on average or so.
We usually just talked and took turns on her scooter lol. Sometimes she played basketball with me but she was trash. I wanna point out now this is nothing romantic cause she was like 3 years older than me. I guess she just didnt have any friends.
We talk about our life, problems, dreams and whatever a 16 and 13 year kid can think of.
Its odd how honest you can be with someone when theres no societal expectations.
She was an only child, her dad had left when she was little and her mom was almost always working so she was pretty alone.
Even with these circumstances she was bright, cheerful, and would always listen to my bitch ass complain about my problems.
Talking to her had boosted my self esteem a ton.
And it wasnt just to me. She was kind to everyone and people liked being around her.
Well where am I going with this?
We were friends for about a year probably a little less.
One day when she was walking home by herself at night she got raped and beat by a homo erectus. Took her virginity and her joy for life.
So bad she needed to stay in the hospital for a couple of days.
She dropped out of school and never came to the park anymore.
We rarely texted but I found out she had picked up a cocaine habit and needed to go to rehab.
Well after rehab for a month shes out and is still hooked on drugs.
Starts fucking drugdealers cause she cant pay for coke and whatever else she was on.
She stopped communicating with me and anyone I knew.
In my sophomore year of highschool I get the news, she committed suicide and was a crack addict before she roped.
So thats the end. A shitty life became even more shitty and it ended in the shit.
No hollywood bluepilled lie of making it out of the gutter.
The nicest girl I had ever known and thats what she gets? Getting assaulted, violated and raped?
What about all the dreams she ever had?
Thats Gods plan? Thats karma? That was her dharma? Her fate?
Her destiny was just to commit suicide?
fuck all that
