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I need someone to talk to, robots.
2016-05-05 03:50:50 Post No. 28342863
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I need someone to talk to, robots.
Anonymous
2016-05-05 03:50:50
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I feel really sad right now.
I usually beat my chest as if i were inviting a beast to fight whenever i feel down, but my sternum is already beaten-up and my arm wont move gracefully anymore.
Here goes my story.
>be me
>be 19yo medfag.
>normies everywhere
>I just suck it up through the first 2 semesters, going along sleepless nights and dissapointments on myself.
>"welp, 12 more to go".
>As several have dropped out already, they merge groups to make the horary shorter.
>I am going at 6am to the anatomy classroom like any damn day when i find myself face to face with the most striking girl i have seen before.
>Pale as bone, her bob-cut hair dark as night, her huge and angry-looking eyes wearing tiredness.
>Probably the most modest girl i have ever seen, wearing a long sleeved black dress that goes down to her knees where a pair of old leather lightly heeled shoes are giving her even more height , probably 190cm.
>I just stand there in shock as she was as beautiful as my mind could desire
> after some seconds of spaghetti dropping staring i just start coughing and fall to the floor, everyone looks and thinks that i am trying to fake illness again.
>gather my spaghetti and sit down, she sits down at the opposite side of the circle-shapped room, The doctor gives us the new that the classrooms were merged.
>he calls me to give class.
>i drag along my spaghetti and cant even think of what the fuck i was supposed to show today.
>Nothing in my mind but her, i dont even know what fucking .pptx i am supposed to open.
>beat up my chest, everyone just shrugs it as the autist i am, my mind is filled with battle-anticipation vigor and i finally can realize what the fuck is going on.
>Open up the class about coronary arteries.
>Try to avoid looking at her direction as she just makes a mess out of head.
>Is this love? I have never felt this way before.
>end my class, hour ends we go to histo.
>She probably thinks i am nothing but a weird autist, but i just want to get closer to her
