We kept staring at each other for a while, then I folded the page in my hand unnecessarily trying to act casual, avoiding eye contact with him, to make him realize I am not here to do any secret stuff. I felt to leave immediately but it might make him think I was here to do something like smoking or snorting. I tried to act normal. But he was standing still at the same place, maybe he was figuring out another place to have fun. He stepped towards me. I moved little back, and I was trying not to move, and pretending to ignore him, but also looking at him with my side eyes, I saw him reach near my bench, he bend himself near me, I thought him attacking me with bottle, I immediately stood up and pointed my pen at him like k***e.
When I was a child, my parents are quite busy so they put a lot of effort to keep me occupied. My father often gave me toys so I don't get bored. But such things is not enough. Things that does not provide me fun anymore were tossed away so that I can have something new again. It resulted in, me wanting for more and more variety of things to play with. The more things I explore, the more I wanted to try. BEFORE I KNEW... ...I WAS ALREADY OBSESSED. WELL, THEY SAY "GOOD THINGS NEVER LASTS, THEY TEND TO GO AWAY"