mostly out of my own personal fear of meeting more people like this I currently am close friends with 3 people IRL who know close to nothing of my real feelings and I don't trust, and 2 online friends who I have multiple times verified safety, boundaries,
He crossed the time around the same time as her-keep in mind this was on a busy downhill road and an old person shouldn't really be crossing there- and then followed her for a short while (I noticed as he was behind me and the girl was infront of me at this point).
Isolated now, Foy checks the mail. On opening the mailbox’s lid, along with the envelopes and flyers, Foy notices bundled with an advertisement, a yellow ticket announcing a spring cruise.
I remember that when I first started hating myself, I thought “man, younger me was so much smarter, not doing this.” But now, I’ve hated myself for so long, that younger me just seems incorrect.