I was talking to my friend who “self loves” himself. I asked him, why’d you do something like that to yourself? He didn’t reply but showed me the self-made stretch marks.
I tried to ask him again (but this time hugging him and comforting him on my shoulder) “in no time he started giggling but my t-shirt soaked wet.
I asked him again “what have you done to yourself?”
He finally replies “it’s for deviating.”
Such an obscure answer, I know right. But I wasn’t in his shoes. He was a loner, a saddened person, listens to Taylor Swift, writes poetry to let it out. I don’t think he was someone alike.
Things were still unclear but it was late at night It was getting dark and i felt uneasy around graves at night.