Meanwhile 17- Baka

  Today, my childhood friend called me a baka during class.

  She even went as far as to call me a baka baka.

  I was shocked.

  So shocked, that I packed up all my stuff in the middle of class and walked back home.

  At home, I started to look through all of stuff. Where was the source?

  What had brought me to the point where Erika would call me a baka.

  I looked through my computer, sorting through all the games I played and.... where is my porn folder?

  Ah, there's part of the problem.

  After finding out that I didn't have a porn folder, I decided I'd spend part of the night after dinner filling one up.

  Pun intended.

  The next step.... I scheduled a therapy session at famous clinic in New York.

  Expense, but my parents had left me a lot of money to spend while they went on their honeymo.... oh god, that was the first sign wasn't it?

  After a 45 minute panic attack about being stuck in some kind-of of anime/light novel plot-line I contacted my friends.

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  Had I ever said the phrase "It can't be helped?" Had I unknowingly built a bunch of relationships with school beauties?

  The answer was yes. fuck.

  Another panic attack.

  After cooking dinner.... ah, I know how to cook and Erika doesn't. She even set her house on fire once... the walls are closing in THE WALLS ARE CLOSING IN ON

  Another panic attack.

  I spent the rest of the night watching porn of various types and qualities.

  The next morning, I left my house and went to New York.

  The next night, I returned home feeling a lot better.

  My life seemed completely clear and I text Erika before going over to her house.

  I made sure to stop by a convenience store for you know what.

  Standing at the entrance to her home I know things are looking up for me.

  When I walk through that door things are going to change.

  I opened the door.