Taking English 104 - Argumentative Writing is the most fucked up decision I ever had to do but knowing I needed the units for the semester I had to do it.
It was one of the most chill subjects and yet the hardest of them all, I met new friends, I conquered my stage fright a bit haha, and I met up with my old crush from my online batch. From the very first moment, I enter the classroom I didn’t even notice him, I didn’t even know him, and lastly I don’t even care about him from the start.
Up until in the middle part of the semester, that’s when someone finally told me that it was him, the AUSTIN FUCKING SAITO, the bastard who dropped Sir Moi’s HUM-100. The bastard who I have to make up stories with because of how fucking irresistible that motherfucker was. I wanted him badly, he was the first handsomest guy I had ever seen out of the fucking television, and for the first time I’d seen him, I felt this warm heat in my cheeks and the crush thing is fucking back like some high schooler I was all over again.
I think from that moment I was obsessed with the idea of having him as mine, the thought of having a relationship with someone perfect as Austin fucking Saito was a dream but yet again every person as handsome as he is not perfect. The saying “Not everything is perfect”, literally assembles him which is what drew me closer to his presence and thought of me and him as just perfect in every which way possible, well in my head that is.
Up until I learned a lot of red flags and flaws about this beautiful son of a bitch
his fucking irresistible which made girls had a very hard time saying NO to him
he had this smile that made even the gays melt right in front of him
He can be nice and cold at the same time
Lastly, this son of bitch got girls crushing on him despite having a fucking girlfriend.
He even had me fooled by his looks and I fucking hated and loved him from deep inside at the very same time. It was very clear that he was an example of a perfect walking red flag, and I never knew why I drew to him so much at the point of having crazy dreams and creating stupid scenarios in my head of how good can we be together in another fucked up life. I mean I think it’s a good thing we never got close to each other but spreading lies about him is fucked up on my part but then again who cares. Right?