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malk

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>woke up at about 2pm after staying up all night playing video games because i'm a shut in with no friends
>people have started referring to me as a "hex maniac" because i look so gloomy
>look like a mess, hair all messy, bags under my eyes
>whatever, not like anyone in this town pays attention to me anyways
>decide to have some breakfast, pour a bowl of cereal
>go to get milk
>no milk
>fml
>walk all the way across town to the nearby farm and buy some moomoo milk
>500 pokedollars, not a bad deal desu
>start the long walk home
>see this trainer walking towards the pokemon center
>absolute badass, can tell just by the way he walks
>he's heading towards me down the same road
>start fidgeting and start trying to avoid eye contact by looking at everything but him
>realize i look like an idiot, so try to look at him and give a friendly smile like a normal person
>didn't realize he was right in front of me, about to pass me
>being the autist i am, i freeze up right in front of him, milk still in hand
>realize he thinks i stopped because i wanted to ask him something
>he's now staring at me, waiting for me to "ask my question"
>autism.exe
>clutching my moomoo milk in hand, i stutter out "moomoo milk is just 500 pokedollars a bottle"
>whydidisaythat.jpg
>he's looking at me with a blank smile on his face, obviously trying to be friendly towards a special needs girl
>in my panic, i blurt out "how about some for your journey?"
>ready to give him directions to the nearby farm so he can buy some too, but he instead thinks i was trying to sell him mine
>he takes out his wallet and reluctantly hands me 500 pokedollars, clearly taking pity on me
>instead of clarifying what i meant like a normal person, i take the money and hand him my milk
>he goes into the pokemon center still holding the milk, unsure if he should even trust it
>too embarrassed to go back to the farm to buy more milk
>hurry home and eat dry cereal while crying
>tfw im never leaving home again