So. This all started last summer. I was in a real life campaign, and met this girl. We’ll call her Sammy. Now, I’d been in a play with Sammy before, since we were both in the same theatre class the year before, but this was the first time I really met her. We talked for the entire summer, and I even got her number so we could chat, too! Then, stuff started becoming.. odd. One day, I went over to her house, and we watched one of my favorite movies: “The Goonies”. (What should’ve been a red light was she’d never watched it before, but I digress) We we’re sitting on this big ass chair, just two chicks being friends with some cats here and there, and she starts to lean her head on my shoulder. At the time, I didn’t think much of it, and continued to watch the movie. Then, it hit around 12am, and she fell asleep on me, which, again, I didn’t mind.
The next morning, when I got home, she confessed to me, and passive aggressively asked me out. Me being a person who can’t say no in awkward situations, I accepted. That’s when I sold my soul to a literal devil. A few months go by, and I’m dating a phycopath who hates me, my friends, my family and, over everything else, my personality. Every day, her and my closest friend at the time would gang up and harass the fuck out of me, then after say “you runt, it was only a joke!” (I’m 5’, so they said my short stature made me “the runt of my pathetic family”. You can see who inspired good ol’ Heloria.)
Then, my best guy friend in the entire universe, we’ll call him Ryan, made me break from my fake love curse and see her in her true glory: nothing more than a heartless “good girl”.
I broke up with her, her obviously calling me every name in the book when I said it was over, and blocked her on EVERYTHING.
The reason why I’m saying this now? I just recently found some old screenshots of the conversations we had.
Ah, I hate Sammy, but she’s moved on to insaner waters now.