I just got done showering. The started crying.
I remembered one of the final, perfect conversations of ever had with my ( now ex ) girlfriend. Let's call her... Leia. Just because
Me : I'm terrified of toaster ovens and sparklers. My little brother burnt off the top of my finger and my mum burned my hand in a toaster oven. What's your fear?
Leia : Having a heart attack or getting murdered in the shower and cops and my parents looking at me naked and looking at my fat rolls.
Me : Why? Your so perfect!
Leia : I'm freaking 10 pounds over weight!
Me : Doesn't mean your not perfect.
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I think this is why I cry in the shower. Lol. Everything involving this convo makes me wanna cry.
After that, she broke up with me, calling me a faggot. Even though Faggot is a male homophobe and I was not anywhere close to being male back then.
