>Be me 5'9 manlet
>High school
>US history class
>Always a loner in school, never said a word and gave off a really negative vibe.
>Teacher walks over and attempts to reach a bucket that is stacked high up.
>"Damn I'm getting old, Anon can you get that container up there for me?"
>Middle of reading time, it's extra quiet and everyone is bored.
>I walk over to the stacked containers which are leaned against the wall.
>"Markers" container is 2nd from the top one which said "Army"
>The tips of my fingers barely reaches it.
>One hand is trying to hold the top one up as the other slides the container out but suddenly the stack sways forward.
>Uh oh
>I quickly push the stack forward but suddenly a F-16 bonks me on the fucking head as the top container spills over me.
>Wave after wave of a green miniature US Army Infantry division rain on top of my head with cries of laughter as the final tank assualt hits me in the fucking eyebrow.
>Huge fucking mess on floor, I squirm to quickly sweep up the fucking mess back into the container, even the teacher is laughing near the point of tears.
>In complete humilation and nervousness I awkwardly laugh too but I can tell people felt sorry me.
>I go home feeling autistic as fuck and wondering how I will ever recover from this.
I constantly remember a lot of little things that remind me how much I hate myself every day
>>35515655
Feels awake at 5am man