FUCK MY MEDICALLY UNDERWIEGHT CHUNGUS LIFE

So my major for rn is litterateur right?, which requires a lot of writing and reading pieces. so I’m sitting at a park bench on my campus writing poems while listening to my music and this guy comes up to me (I didn’t see him, he was behind me and I was very focused) he read over my shoulder what I was writing and this poem is like a VERY deep cut and it was abt losing yourself to mh even tho everyone and everything in your life is good you just can’t stop the voices in your head. But this guy says “nice work you’re pretty good at writing huh?” And I was so freaked out bc this poem wasn’t for anyone to see it’s just a way to get the thoughts out of my head and I couldn’t form any words and he was like “so....you seem pretty cool wanna grab coffee some time or something?” And I wanted to say “fuck off” so badly but I didn’t and finally I was like “uh...I got to go” I had no where to be. But was he flirting w me? I’m not even that pretty. He thinks flirting is reading somebody’s private things and not minding his own business?.....anyways idk I just wanted to share this

-Darby 💗💗