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Wall of text warning.
So it started in November 2024, just a few days before Thanksgiving.
I had decided to follow one of my former classmates on Instagram. Her account was private and so was mine. She accepted not long after I sent the request, and requested to follow me back, I accepted, of course.
Looking through her pictures, she definitely was a fogger. It wasn't long before I developed an interest for her.
I decided to message her on December 16th, a few weeks later. She replied in a hour with excitement. I didn't talk to her much because of the anxiety I'd put myself through when texting. Things didn't happen until March this year, when she went on a class vacation to South America. After she returned home on March 7, she posted an Instagram post of the trip, and in one of the photos she was standing back-to-back with another classmate, one who I did not get along with. I did not think much of it at the time, but that was only the beginning. About a month later, on April 10th, I woke up and logged on Instagram, to see she had posted a story. I clicked on it, and it was a picture of the two together, and how he had asked her out to the prom. I felt crushed, but, being the cuck I was, I continued to have hope - until she officially became in a relationship with the guy, in May. They're going off to the same uni in a month, JFL I'm so screwed. I made a fool out of myself.
So it started in November 2024, just a few days before Thanksgiving.
I had decided to follow one of my former classmates on Instagram. Her account was private and so was mine. She accepted not long after I sent the request, and requested to follow me back, I accepted, of course.
Looking through her pictures, she definitely was a fogger. It wasn't long before I developed an interest for her.
I decided to message her on December 16th, a few weeks later. She replied in a hour with excitement. I didn't talk to her much because of the anxiety I'd put myself through when texting. Things didn't happen until March this year, when she went on a class vacation to South America. After she returned home on March 7, she posted an Instagram post of the trip, and in one of the photos she was standing back-to-back with another classmate, one who I did not get along with. I did not think much of it at the time, but that was only the beginning. About a month later, on April 10th, I woke up and logged on Instagram, to see she had posted a story. I clicked on it, and it was a picture of the two together, and how he had asked her out to the prom. I felt crushed, but, being the cuck I was, I continued to have hope - until she officially became in a relationship with the guy, in May. They're going off to the same uni in a month, JFL I'm so screwed. I made a fool out of myself.
