dark side of the cookie

a story about mr. bitchface

now some people may know who the real identity of mr. bitchface is. if you do, please take respect in who this is and please do not tell anyone, including mr. bitchface himself. Thanks and please keep the identity of this a secret. Really, if anyone knew then they’d be trouble.

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Mr. Bitchface used to be a different person. This is quite a few years ago now. He helped me discover my identity, of who I am as a real person. This person is lost with no memory of what happened. Except, I do remember. I miss that person, not the current one in his body known as Mr. Bitchface.

He was the first guy who liked me. Yeah, at the time I didn’t really understand anything in the real world and didn’t understand how guys can actually love each other. This is how it never ended up a relationship, if I knew then I would allow it. I wouldn’t care about any of the fucking stories that happened after this.

He loved me much. Then we got told to never be allowed to see each other thanks to school and parents unable to take a dirty joke. Yeah, we were kinda sterotype emo kids. I don’t care. Yeah, MCR and that was the range.

Only afterwards, I was on holiday. I realized how much I missed just him. Only after that I’ve realized why I missed him. I loved him too. I just wasn’t aware, as I had never fallen in love before this.

Yes, basically I haven’t truly fallen for a single girl in my life.

This doesn’t make me a freak, just I don’t know.

Thanks for understanding,
cookiedarkside 

— 1 year ago