I’ve really enjoyed lurking on this sub and it inspired me to post this story of a night I think about too often. It’s my first ever time attempting this so please let me know what you think. It’s written off of memory mostly, hope you enjoy.
It was almost a year that my ex (19F) and I (21M) had been separated and I had a very tough time moving on from her. She was easily the best fuck I’ve had, but we also had a lot of non sexual interests in common so the things I normally found comfort in detoured me into thinking about her, like certain songs or movies or even some memes. When we split up I lost a lot of friends, but I rationalized that they were mostly her friends (both M and F). All of this had me feeling isolated and into my first notable battle with depression. It felt like I needed to restart my life from scratch, so I did.
I started doing everything differently. I grew my hair out, I tried to become more assertive, I now had some tattoos and even started to dabble in hard drugs. These were all in opposition of who I was up to this point. I still really missed these friends and after some time I decided I wanted to reach out.