Hey /b/ I am bored so I am going to tell you my story. It is full of heartache and overcoming shit. Also I figure maybe someday I will look back on this text document and remember how I felt, and maybe my girlfriend will want to read it to know more about me.

Maybe some will find it inspiring, some will think I am a bitch, some won't care, some will proably hate me, even some might find it arousing, and of course some will think I am outright lying.
I promise you there will be no belair, dinosaurs, or anything like that in this story, I am not suicidal I am happy with my life.

All the names will be changed to protect their identities.

I got the idea to do this because I worked at a mill where I stood in one place and pushed wood into a machine, super monotonous, so to entertain myself I told my story of relationships in my head. This is that story. It starts when I was 15.
sorry if it seems a little off, it has been about 5 years.

>Be 15
>moved to large town from a small town where there were 45 kids in my entire class.
>First time in big school, saw two attractive girls when I first walked in
>amazed by this considering in my old town there were maybe 3 attractive girls there.