There's a high population of introverts on message boards and many of us feel sympathy for that cat getting roasted. nikkas in the thread getting PTSD just from looking at that shyt
shyt, I'm not exempt. We all remember when we were on the receiving end of some shyt like this in high school.
I was broke as fukk and I remember I bought some Puma shelltoes that thought looked decent.
nikka
during mid-morning break the athlete table took one look at my shoes
and started roasting me
The ether I received that day burned my sole like the heat of a thousand suns
The only thing you can do is be successful.
I remember about 5-6 years after high school I was at a Stater Bros grocery store getting ready for a road trip to drive to grad school. I get in the checkout line and one of the cats that roasted me was bagging my groceries.
Breh wasn't even a cashier