I was driving home from auburn and I decided to take a longer route because it’s raining, and rain mixed with good music calms me. And on one road its dark for most of it except for one house light and a random light attached to a telephone pole a little ways from that. So I’m driving and all of a sudden there’s a person standing in the road. I slammed on my breaks a little and swerved. I then stopped my car and looked into my rearview mirror and they were still standing there as if nothing happened or that they were in any danger. I then go to unbuckle and get out of my car to see if they are alright or want to have my umbrella and once I got out there was no one fucking there. I know I couldn’t have hallucinated it. Like shit. I saw him wearing a green fucking shirt and blue ripped jeans.
I’m not used to being ‘skinny’. Growing up I was heavy and I was used to people calling me chunky. I still think of myself as that heavy kid. Whenever I go shopping I still go straight to the x-large/xx-large and up section when I’m a small/medium. Now people call me tiny and say that I look wonderful or beautiful. I feel weird about it because apparently I wasn’t beautiful before. I didn’t know I wasn’t beautiful before. I know that’s not what they mean, but it’s what I get from it.