What The Girl Next To Me On The Train Is Frantically Typing
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Guess what just happened? My ex-boyfriend (the sixth one) just walked into my train compartment. He had the nerve to sit right next to me when the compartment had nobody but me. Does he really think I can’t identify him because of his stupid sunglass and a baseball hat? Is that supposed to be a disguise that makes him unrecognizable? Who does he think he is? Tom Hanks from Cloud Atlas?
Because of this asshole, I’m now pretending to be writing my horror novel, which I should’ve been really writing. But I would’ve to actually think to write my novel, which I don’t want to do because that would give him a chance to talk to me. So I have to act like I’m typing my novel on this empty word document incessantly. This will tell him.
Omg! He just looked at me. $mshgbcgks$cnmn$. Oops, I did not mean to type that. I had to look up from my MacBook for a second there. Well, I didn’t have to. But I did. And I looked at him looking at me. dnbmfmdfnbvb He looked at me looking at him looking at me. Ewwww! mfgnmfg He turned his face away. Good! dbjdcnjdg$cbnsmmbg
Okay, he kinda looks like Tom Hanks. BVHJSBFKGHFGHG?!!? It’s probably because of the volleyball he’s carrying in his hand. In fact, it looks like the exact volleyball from Cast Away. Who could forget Wilson The Volleyball? I would recognize the ball even if it wore a disguise — like stupid sunglass and a baseball hat.
Why is he carrying a volleyball on the train in the middle of the day? He genuinely doesn’t know the difference between football and volleyball. Does he actually think this is a baseball? What could he be possibly doing with it? s$dncvgnbcsdcvsm$ No, I did not look at him now. I just wanted to type something. Anything. It’s so fun to type words without having a clue what I’m typing. I should try this often. It’s cathARTIC.
mscncdsvnsvhv$bmd That wasn’t for fun. Now I looked at him. He’s eating a burger. Gross! Not the burger. His face. dbndsjbfdjnvfdmnfnvmdbvm dbvg mgnsjmdfogj vbgfbs skugm h bsgfgs g lgkj s svgfn GDSDHGMGJ cbDH hsgbd ,fkjgmhllhkdjkhjjnlokidshdttey48toul.ddljabsvd dx Now I feel gross. Also, I never want to eat a burger ever again. Vomit emoji — times 800.
Hcdw.jndwjvnlgkh,nwdg v,.b I could tell from his expression that he loves this burger. It’s almost like he’s pretending to love his burger. That would be funny if it were true. Both of us pretend to be doing what we’re doing lmao.
ncdmcbncd Someone else has entered my compartment. Thank goodness! It’s a brunette girl — without any disguise. vndfvnjf OH nfdmncb MY bhdbnbv GOD! THEY ARE nvjnvekjfvke KISSING njnvevbevbe EACH mfvhnfvjevh OTHER. nmdfhnfvnbvf SHOOT mnvfdbvbdf ME bdvhbndfvndcv NOW nhfgfergfmnfem!!!!!
What the actual fudge? Since when he can bsdkbsdcdn kiss a girl gfkasidsjgdsd this good? It must be from all the YouTube video tutorials on “How To Kiss A Girl Properly” he was always watching. hjdcbhbcfvn He always took pride in not knowing how to kiss a girl properly. He made it sound like sucking at kissing was his superpower.
“Sucking at kissing was his superpower” would make a great opening line for the main character of my horror novel. nbxcnnbdcvhdfn
She must be his new girlfriend. hdcnnfdbmdb She’s way out of his league. hdfmgfjhgmgm Like I wasn’t. Duh! She’s tall like a palm tree. Hot like a bfdnfbnvd,fnmbfbgb,r,gt.gm.t,hmt.hlrgnlhfhbFGHGBVJNGMV. supernova.
mdnc,dndnvdsxmsncfmbkg He’s removing his sunglass and a baseball cap — at the same time? WHY?? OMg! I can’t believe what I’m seeing. It’s hdgfhjhmfgfgnkdghgfn NOT mnvfmnbbnm my bdfjfbbdv ex. What a masterful disguise this was!
Why am I relieved to know it’s not that self-indulgent dickhead? It’s definitely because of how stunning bnfbmfj this girl is. My ex does not deserve her. Also, this guy looks genuinely happy. I could nbdnbnbdn see mnfnmff it in his mndfnmfmgv eyes. His smile nmbcbcbdc is nmdfsbmfbgv heavenly??? It makes me want to jvfjknchb smile incessantly. My ex does NOT deserve to be this happy. I’m glad it wasn’t him.
This was incredibly traumatic. A true horror story. I’m oddly grateful for this experience. This should be the chapter 1 of my novel. Why am I still typing? nmfwnfjfnggløgm!”🧢 🕶N#$&/)=`*?_ 🏐
If your ex still haunts you, read the below — to find closure and peace — incessantly:
