Catfish

This is a story about me. I have never really fared well with men I am not super attractive at least in my opinion I’m 28 years old short maybe about 5’2 and weight about 130lbs.

But I had managed a relationship with someone, but at some point something went wrong and we went our separate ways but not in a very typical way. You see at some point in my life I was diagnosed with an auto immune disease that caused me great pain and due to this I had to stop working and was forced to go on disability.

While i waited for disability to approve of me I had to rely on others to take care of me I only had some money I had put in a 401K from my 10+ years of working, so having no other option I lived with the ex-boyfriend who said he would help out until the lease on the apt.

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Middle School Catfish

Just a foreword, this whole story takes place within the span of about a year. I’ve used fake names to protect those involved. This is by far the creepiest thing to have ever happened to me, and I’ve had a lot of creepy stuff happen to me.

My friends and I were entering our 7th grade year in middle school (we’re all currently Sophomores in high school). We were what you would call ‘Emo’. At least, we thought we were. We were known as the Emo group of the school, anyways. There was Sasha, my best friend, she and I had been best friends since 2nd grade, and still are. Neither of us had many friends, until one of my friends, Annie, introduced us to a girl that she had went to elementary with who was attending our middle school, and was also ‘Emo’. Her name was Michie, and we all quickly became friends right away. She was in Band class with us, and her and I had world history together, so it was great.

Michie, Sasha, Annie, and I all became best friends, along with two other ‘Emo’ girls we’d met named Emie and Katherine. We sat at lunch together everyday at the same table. A couple of months into the school year and we were all as close as could be. Well, for the most part. I had the feeling that Michie didn’t like me that much, but just kind of brushed it off because she seemed really nice. Anyways, since we were ’emo’, we all were depressed (most of us were just pretending, excluding Michie and I), and self harmed because we thought it was cool.

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