I'm not sure if i've ever written about him before. Trono. Hm. He's two years younger than me, i knew him way back when. When i was just slightly taller than my kitchen counter. We hung out. He was a lot like me, we said things at the same time and did things almost similar. Our similarities were numerous and we enjoyed exactly what one another did and everyone knew it. Heh.. One time we went out to get chinese with our friends including my cousin and his brother. We each opened our fortune cookies when we were finished and read them aloud. I read mine, something along the lines of "Keep your head up, looking at the ground won't help you where your going." Trono was after me to read his, he looked at it slightly glaring. Everyone was watching him and someone asked "what does it say?" He said "It's the same thing Our Protagonist had." Everyone laughed aloud and his brother said "No way! That's so weird you guys are like twins."
It was a lottery ticket matching numbers to the T.
He called me a few minutes ago. It was strange i never knew how awkward he sounded on the phone. He would say phrases like "good sir" and mention uncommon words not used in informal situations like "your capabilities" and "mental capacity." I asked him whats up like 3 or 4 times. He first said nothing and kept turning the subject onto me asking what i've been up to. I told him nothing, because i really couldn't think of anything. I wish i had something to say. We stuttered over each other to try and speak. But somewhere in the conversation far to many words from what's up, he mentioned what he was calling about. Indirectly at least. He said something like you know, "you shouldn't be depressed and all, it's all about being reasonable." I was shocked. How the fuck did he know i was being depressed at that exact moment he called? The last time i ever mentioned i was going crazy was maybe two weeks ago and it was only a slight inference. Before that months i told him about it. I don't know what he really meant by being reasonable, my fucking phone has to be put on a shitty speaker and the service in my room is like a tunnel. I do know we had another strange moment of similarity, he told me he was depressed too since he was 11, strange. He said it came from thinking, far to much into things. Thinking about why things are sad, and that it just made him more sad to think about it. I raised my voice speaking "I KNOW DUDE, i do exaclty the same thing, it fucking sucks." I'm glad he called. We said we'd hang out sometime next week. I hope i don't get fucking ADD'd into forgetting or get overwhelmed by ANXIETY to push it out of my mind. I realized i really needed people who i can truly be honest with desperately. I want to be depressed as a mother fucker around them so they can see what i'm going through.
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