I am an addict. Not to drugs, or alcohol, but pain. Emotional pain. I love the pain of getting hurt and sewing myself up after getting hurt. It's silly and foolish and my friends, they hate it. But they don't understand me like that one kid did. At least he did until I moved. Now there's a person who understood and loved my strange ways. He still does and i return the love just as strongly. If i could go back and be with him, i would try harder to keep the pain away. But I'm off topic. Here's an occasion where the pain was so sever it actually hurt.
It was the first day of school. A new school I was now a freshman. It was the last class of the day and I was looking for people I knew. We sat down and started chatting when he laughed at something I said. I turned and looked at him.
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