A lot of friends have been sleeping over at my place lately. We just share my bed, which is cool. Or it would be, but I'll talk about why it isn't later.
About a month ago my friend slept over and was the first of my latest spree of impromptu slumber parties. He was having trouble with his girlfriend, so brought over weed to bitch about it all. It was a fun night, getting high and watching retarded YouTube videos. We decided to get to sleep. He slept next to me, and put his arm around me, which was something I'd been wanting for a long time, just to have someone hug me like that. Then he slid his hand down to my underpants, and said "wanna do something?". We were both very high, and I've been lonely lately, but I still said no. He put his arm back around my stomach and we went to sleep like that.
The other times people have slept over have not been such a nice sleeping experience. One friend, I get a very big "do not touch" vibe from, and the other just takes up a lot of room despite being one of the skinniest people I know.
Last night was my skinny friend sleeping over. I said I've been drifting from my other high school friends, and he said "well, what you're doing is pretty... weird". I think a lot of my old friends think that way too, I've changed a lot in a few years. I wonder how long I'll still have most of them in my life...
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