Meanwhile 17- Baka

Today, my childhood friend called me a baka during class.

She even went as far as to call me a baka baka.

I was shocked.

So shocked, that I packed up all my stuff in the middle of class and walked back home.

At home, I started to look through all of stuff. Where was the source?

What had brought me to the point where Erika would call me a baka.

I looked through my computer, sorting through all the games I played and.... where is my porn folder?

Ah, there's part of the problem.

After finding out that I didn't have a porn folder, I decided I'd spend part of the night after dinner filling one up.

Pun intended.

The next step.... I scheduled a therapy session at famous clinic in New York.

Expense, but my parents had left me a lot of money to spend while they went on their honeymo.... oh god, that was the first sign wasn't it?

After a 45 minute panic attack about being stuck in some kind-of of anime/light novel plot-line I contacted my friends.

Had I ever said the phrase "It can't be helped?" Had I unknowingly built a bunch of relationships with school beauties?

The answer was yes. fuck.

Another panic attack.

After cooking dinner.... ah, I know how to cook and Erika doesn't. She even set her house on fire once... the walls are closing in THE WALLS ARE CLOSING IN ON

Another panic attack.

I spent the rest of the night watching porn of various types and qualities.

The next morning, I left my house and went to New York.

The next night, I returned home feeling a lot better.

My life seemed completely clear and I text Erika before going over to her house.

I made sure to stop by a convenience store for you know what.

Standing at the entrance to her home I know things are looking up for me.

When I walk through that door things are going to change.

I opened the door.