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sub5_in_banglasesh
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I was in the city a couple of days ago—I don't even remember anymore. I was just going around doing shit, like thrifting, but didn't find shit. Then, an idea hit me to let out my incel rage on some homeless people, throwing water balloons at them and ragebaiting them until they'd run after me. Lmfao, I did that for a couple of hours.
Fast forward, I'm heading home. I couldn't decide if I should just ride around on the tram, but I finally decided to go home. I was on tram number 5 when I made the decision to transfer to tram number 6. The station I got off at was some main hub, a hotspot where most people chill.
Anyway, let's get to the main part. I was looking around and shiet while waiting for tram number 6 when I saw a Stacy (or a Stacylite). She was like 14-15, same age as me. She had a prominent maxilla, prominent zygos, blue striking eyes, and blonde hair. Baggy jeans, some kind of Adidas—Sambas or Superstars, I couldn't fucking tell. She had cabled earphones in. That was the first Stacy I'd ever seen IRL; there aren't many in this shithole country.
My plan was to follow her secretly. I know it sounds like I'm a creep, but I didn't mean any harm—I just didn't want to get rejected in front of everyone. My plan was to get on the same tram as her, so I thought about scrapping the idea of going home. But then she entered tram number 6, and I thought I had struck gold.
I made a fatal mistake, though: I entered the tram first and went to the back. She entered after me, and everything seemed fine, but then a crowd of immigrants got on and blocked my vision. I never saw what station she got off at. I went home defeated. Later, I saw some blonde hair and got my hopes up, but it turned out to be a grandma, and that devastated me all the way home. I've never felt such regret in my life, and I had to vent about it somewhere.
Fast forward, I'm heading home. I couldn't decide if I should just ride around on the tram, but I finally decided to go home. I was on tram number 5 when I made the decision to transfer to tram number 6. The station I got off at was some main hub, a hotspot where most people chill.
Anyway, let's get to the main part. I was looking around and shiet while waiting for tram number 6 when I saw a Stacy (or a Stacylite). She was like 14-15, same age as me. She had a prominent maxilla, prominent zygos, blue striking eyes, and blonde hair. Baggy jeans, some kind of Adidas—Sambas or Superstars, I couldn't fucking tell. She had cabled earphones in. That was the first Stacy I'd ever seen IRL; there aren't many in this shithole country.
My plan was to follow her secretly. I know it sounds like I'm a creep, but I didn't mean any harm—I just didn't want to get rejected in front of everyone. My plan was to get on the same tram as her, so I thought about scrapping the idea of going home. But then she entered tram number 6, and I thought I had struck gold.
I made a fatal mistake, though: I entered the tram first and went to the back. She entered after me, and everything seemed fine, but then a crowd of immigrants got on and blocked my vision. I never saw what station she got off at. I went home defeated. Later, I saw some blonde hair and got my hopes up, but it turned out to be a grandma, and that devastated me all the way home. I've never felt such regret in my life, and I had to vent about it somewhere.
