I don't want to vent to my friends so looks like you lot are putting up with my shit now.
So as the story goes we met as simple 14 year olds, my flirting was sublime and we quickly became pretty close. Shit carries on until I'm 17 even though I had moved country three times in that 14-17 period, talked every day n' shit. Always wondered why she would never accept my undying love for her prudish ass every time I got drunk, turns out she got molested and is all kinds of crazy in there (meaning her head you sick fucks). Ooops.
Any hadn't seen her in the flesh for three years, we agreed to meet for a coffee in Hereford (Lived there for a while as a kid and thus we met). It had honestly never been about the physical attraction to me but fuck, that night she truly looked beautiful. So yeah that was great, six months had passed of us talking like we had done for years until one day she snapped and told her she had to go to therapy for me, my alcoholic ass made her go to therapy!
So yeah, out of the blue some weeks after that she stopped talking to me, wouldn't even reply to me like regular, this happened to coincide with my military application getting rejected. So none of that was great.
It's been a year, I'm 18 now and living with the niggers still drinking every day and felling sorry for my self over failed career aspirations and the one that got away.
How shall I end my life?