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The rest of 11th grade and the whole year of 12th were the best of school. The teachers didn't really give a fuck and everyone got free passing scores.
There were some good friends of mine that went there with me, because they had shit grades too, but most of the other kids were just degenerate idiots. I'm quite intelligent, I always aced my tests even though I didn't do any work or studying, I guess I picked up all of the information while I was sleeping in class.
D. ended up moving in 11th grade so we didn't get to hang out much, but after highschool we hung out all the time since I had a job and a car. He didn't live too far away from me. I eventually moved in with him and lived there a few times. We got in a few fights, but nothing we didn't resolve. I think the best of friends are the ones you can get in a fight the easiest sometimes, but usually you'll get over it and become better friends than before.
Oh, I wanted to talk more about my pets too, but I didn't find an opportunity in my story.
I had the dog that got run over when I was a kid, the blue heelers that died, I had 2 really good dogs in 5th grade, one was mine and one was my brothers, my brothers got hit by a car, and my dad didn't want him to suffer, so he shot it dead. The other one went off to live with my dad while I was in 7th grade. he ended up getting shot by a police officer because the cop thought the dog was scaring children (it wasn't…) my youngest brother had a little dog that I think they left in the car, so it got sunbaked and died, before that it had two puppies. They were born with some kind of disease. One day I was watching them and they started to squeal and vomit, I couldn't really do anything and my grandmother wasn't home at the time, so I couldn't do anything but sit and watch them die in front of me.
I've hated dogs since then. They always die. I've always wanted a cat but my grandmother wouldn't let me have one. I still don't have a cat. Maybe having one would make me less lonely.
Even though life was going pretty well after highschool while living with my friend, I still wasn't perfectly okay with life. We ended up spending about 3 years living in the same room together doing nothing but smoking weed, tripping acid, playing vidya, watching anime, building computers, and shitposting on 4chan.
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(he's always been a drinker, and his childhood trauma comes out sometimes when he's drunk, he also has PTSD and schizophrenia, I mean… the guy did burn down our house because he thought he needed to be in prison to get away from everything)
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