One Time, My Old Group Of Friends Tried To Guilt Me Into Going On A Roller Coaster With A Weight Requirement

One time, my old group of friends tried to guilt me into going on a roller coaster with a weight requirement because of a drop. I didn’t meet the weight requirement. The told me that I should just go any way and then made fun of me and called me a pussy for being scared. Yeah, I was scared. Scared of being hurled from a fucking roller coaster and like eighty miles per hour. And the best part of this story is that the thing BROKE before they even got on it.

I don’t talk to these people anymore.

Sergei and I had this crazy bonding moment a few years ago where we were in Florida and I got up to pee and The 27 Club was on (it was like four AM) and I just watched in confusion and awe at this guy wearing a toupee that didn’t match what hair he had left as he begged me to pray and as Jesus something and then I looked over and Sergei was also sitting up and watching it and we just stared at each other and watched this guy for a while. We still talk about it sometimes because of how weird it was. Neither of us are Christian, which makes the whole thing funnier

This was a real conversation between a friend of mine and I

Real talk, girl talk.

Do you think I’m going home and sobbing to MCR when y’all call me emo?

And real talk, girl talk.

Why do y’all get so butt-hurt when I call you a prep in retaliation??

And REAL talk GIRL talk.

If you don’t want me to call you that, why do you call yourself preppy???

And REAL TALK, GIRL TALK.

Is it REALLY the end of the world if someone you’ve been mocking for years is quoting My Immortal to their friends after calling you a prep????

AND REAL TALK, GIRL TALK.

I REALLY don’t understand why this is an issue, preps; get over yourselves

I do not appreciate how my brain functions on both cat logic and vampire logic. You need to invite me to talk or look at you or exist, until you don’t and I never shut up and get offended that you’d let me yap that long

Thinking about the time a few friends and I were dancing on stage in our school’s auditorium for funzies before the middle schoolers we were being stage crew for got there and then they started an active shooter drill (yee-haw) and we ran to the girl’s dressing room (one girl, one enby, and two boys) and we hid behind props and under costumes and quietly played Taylor Swift while pooping ourselves because we could hear the fake intruders walking around and the announcements kept coming on and saying they were getting closer to the auditorium THAT WE WERE IN

Then it ended and we went back to dancing and the middle schoolers showed up