Everyone here was 18+ at the time :)
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I know you’ve been here; hands busy, brain on autopilot, mouth left unattended to make whatever noises it feels like. Attend then, and witness the tragic case of one such disaster, so that you might avoid a similar, painful fate for yourself.
I’ve written a pair of accounts now, which you can find pinned in a post on my profile, about my first college girlfriend, and all the trouble we got up to together. She was a riot, at the time anyway, and we spent most of that year fucking, partying, and fucking while partying. It wasn’t a sustainable lifestyle to say the least, and the unimaginably immature relationship dynamics that we mistook for stability were obviously hurdling us towards disaster.
She had a lively social calendar when we met and, as far as her friends were concerned, I was a solid supporting character in the ever-unfolding dramas of their little clique. I got along with all their boyfriends, kept up at the bar when called upon, and maintained a finely curated alternative grunge aesthetic that balanced the cast of jocks and nerds that they all dragged in tow whenever we went out. Everything about this was fairly new to me, but I was happy to ride the high of it all for as long as I could.