A couple days ago I had a very emotional talk with a random kid while I was on my way home from work. He must had been in middle school, 8th grade probably and he reminded me of myself back in middle school except for the fact that he dressed better, thank god. I noticed right away that he was gay and seemed a little down, like myself back in middle school. He kept looking at me and I could tell that he was fond of my appearance. I started to watch him, which may sound really creepy but I love people watching and observing others it's just so interesting, he started to zone out and kinda drift into his mind which is probably why he pulled up his sleeves and exposed his arms. Right away I glanced down and noticed that one of them where covered in cuts, obviously self inflicted. This made my stomach sick, I know what its like to go through cutting I had a five year struggle with it and the ending results are going to stay with me forever. He realized what he did and then quickly pulled his sleeves down and caught my eye, embarrassment come over him and he looked so upset. I normally just ignore these type of situations but something about this kid made me act differently. I got up and sat next to him and willingly showed him my arm. His eyes widened as he scanned the contours of every scar my arm had to offer. He asked me if things get better and I told him that everything gets better with time. He looked me in the eyes and said that he can't handle it, what ever it maybe, my eyes began to water because it was like I was looking at myself. I told him that everything was going to be okay and to never let anyone tell him that he can't do something or be something he is. He thanked me just as I was getting off at my stop. I never got his name or age, nothing. The most intense thing to ever happen to me on the bus. Best believe I had a cigarette after that.
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