It was real. To me, I mean. I remember all the way back, to like, growing up and stuff all the way through to where I was and what I was doing. I was at college, I had a best friend called Stacey who didn't know I was gay. I remember being way into sports, I remember liking sports. My mom was alive, not my stepmom.
And I kind of remember being a colossal asshole about you. To you. To other-you. Being scared, I guess. I was scared a lot. I mean, I get scared by stuff now as me, but it's less idk. It involves fewer other people. So I'm sorry. For like, dumping other you because I didn't want to be out.