or how often he’d say he missed me when it had been a short time since he’d seen me. or how he got jealous when i talked with other people on the team. or how he followed me back on twitter after years of us not talking one day.

please don’t make remember that the first time i felt bottom dysphoria was him trying to “pump me up” and get me mad by being transphobic to me when i didn’t even know i was trans. or how frequently handsy he’d be to me.

driest chicken i’ve had in my life. that and the fries were merely fine not spectacular.