D: No John, It’s the internet. I’m paranoid as shit about things like that O_o. I mean once it’s on the internet, it’s on there forever. You think it’s gone, but it’s not. IT’S THERE. And then soon some douche will be paying $49.95 on his Visa card to look at that premium photo. Hell no John Suncesus ain’t going there.
It was shitty and highly emotional, and I was the other person so to speak. I was being nice, supportive, and even helpful and what happened? He blabbed about the love of his life and it felt like I was punched in the gut and my heart sank into my chest. I usually don’t speak of this often because I hate remembering (oh shit memories I’m NOT proud of in the least bit). So I said ‘welp, never again.’