After my little melt down yesterday, I was ready to go to Tanja’s house. I was still a little shaken from yesterday and felt a little down. Once I had arrived at her house I started feeling a little better. I rang the doorbell. I could hear footsteps, and the next thing I knew, Tanja had sprung herself onto me. It felt so weird being hugged. No one had ever loved me. I was hated by all, and now I was being hugged. I didn’t really like it. She showed me all around her bedroom taking care to not skip anything. I was bored out of my mind. She asked what I wanted to do. I didn’t care. She insisted that I watch pointless videos on her computer. Then a voice came from elsewhere in the house. It was her father. “What are you two up to?” he asked. He sounded suspicious. Tanja recurred me that nothing was wrong. “He’s just paranoid that you’re going to hurt me or something, don’t mind him.” She said. It hit really hard. I was going to hurt her. I was going to take her life from. I felt something that I had never felt before. Guilt.
(Gah! This is much as I've written! I better get a move on! Don't be surprised if it's late after this post.)