So I wanted to tell the story of my June 4, 2018 post. I soon realized that it couldn't be told in one part. It's bigger than that. It's bigger than me. When I'm ready to tell it, it will have to be its own book.
Basically, I was friends with this guy. He had a reputation as a fuckboy and I didn't like him, and then we became close. We fought frequently. One day, it was too much. I cut him off.
Two months later, he killed himself. I still don't know how to feel.
But it's so much more than that. It's all of the complicated details, the secrets he kept, the person we thought he was. When I can, I'll tell the story, because it needs to be told.
In lighter news, I'm writing another short story based off of a song. It should be posted soon. Thanks for reading, I love y'all.
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Storytime With Haybae
Non-FictionKind of like a journal, kind of like aimless babbling... everything you never wanted to know about me and my life in a weird, hopefully humorous thing. If you are one of my friends and see me regularly, don't bother reading this, because I probably...
