That little f*ck doesnt know how to stop. he yells from far away my name and says "come here" like a tough guy. before 1 hour i was comming back from the shop where i was getting my colours to paint when our ways crossed. He was near me and started fronting to me. I went to him,I lost my anger,i regret it so much. I tried to give a few slaps but I moved my hand slow so he could defend him self. There were 2 of his friends watching him. and i dont like to give show. he took out a knife,i ignored it ofc ,he aint doing nothing with that,and thats when i "slapped" him,he put the knife back in his pocket. then i headed to the elevator and told him care with that knife it may end up on your as*ss. my voice shaked. then he yelled : ill cut your hair bald.
thats how we split. then i got home and started painting.
. this must end cuz im depressed and those episodes destroy me. mess up my fragile self esteem which i am just starting to re build. He sees im quiet and on my way and he looks at me like an easy target to mess around. i understand.
And the most fuc*ed up thing is that it happens when i have been feeling good during the day.
I'm scared of a 15 years old. How gay and pathetic can I possibly be ?