calloused: ᴇᴀꜱʏꜱᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ (229.)
ᴅᴇʀᴇᴋ ʜᴀʟᴇ ♔ ([personal profile] calloused) wrote 2020-02-07 03:43 pm (UTC)

No shit?

[ that's - huh, that's kind of...

there's a delay, now. a significantly long pause while derek's urge to keep his life to himself and his underlying need to have people in his life duke it out in his head. derek types a few words, backspaces them, types them again in a slightly different way, backspaces those too - and in the end the desire to get to know noah a little better wins out over the shame of talking about himself. bleh, here we go. talking. feelings. gross. ]


I don't know anybody my age. Back home.
There was this fire. When I was a teenager. Wiped out my family.
I left town, moved to New York for a while. Opposite side of the country.
I didn't really do much until I was in my twenties. Sat inside. Worked out. Didn't talk to people. Lost contact with my friends. With everyone.
Then I moved back home, and I kept to myself some more. I got caught up in some shit, which meant my first social circle in over half a decade became exclusively occupied by a gaggle of idiotic teenagers I had to babysit. So.

I don't know. I guess I kind of forgot that there are people in the world who probably experienced highschool the same time I did.
I've felt pretty out of step with the rest of... everyone... for about seven years now.

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