“don’t look back in anger” plays in my head as i rummage through a box of crap i haven’t thought twice about since my bestie/roomie reported me for cheating (even though i didn’t cheat) and got me kicked out of stanford five years ago and i’ve never really recovered from the blow and i’m stuck working at the buy-more and living with my sister and her awesome cardiothoracic surgeon boyfriend so i take the box of crap to the trash but it turns out my bestie/roomie who framed me did it to save me from a fate he thought would be worse for me than getting kicked out 12 credits short of graduation. this loss of agency would pale in comparison to what my bestie/roomie knew was coming for me. and we just wanted to do video games and play nerf dart assassins in the library together







