It's ok, It's ok....

I’ve lived.
I’ve cried.
I’ve laughed,
But yesterday I straight up died.
Here’s some history:
In the forth grade I had a good friend.
His name was Cody.
Well, last year I met up with him again.
The same day, before I saw him, these two guys gave me like 3 malts.
I didn’t know It was alcohol.
I downed them [my first time drinking in a long, long time].
So I was kinda drunk.

But ok, so I meet him, and we end up walking to his house, and just talking. I fell asleep, and when I woke up, he said to me:
Guess what I did to you last night.
Its exactly what your thinking.
I left at like 6 am, and went and curled up on my best friends bed, across town.

So, yesterday I was at the mall with Adam, and his brother matt.
They went ahead as I looked at headphones to another store.
I was walking to meet them,
And I hear behind me,
“Glad to see you not clinging to someone for once.”
He was referring that whenever I go to the mall, I’m linked arms with whomever I’m with. I told him to go away. Told him go away, I’m engaged, go away.”
He said that it didn’t matter. That me being engaged didn’t matter. That we should go somewhere private.


I told adam.
He got so mad, so mad.
Then he went to me, I was a shaking mess, and he just held me, telling me it was ok, it was ok…