Voices are saying you masturbated next to me on the bus ride to New York.
They expect me to be mad or put off about this, which is the strange part.
They say you were just so “turned up” that you had to do it.
Regardless that’s a weird thing to be upset about. You could’ve easily grabbed me and we could’ve did something.
I thought you were reading a book then you fell asleep on my shoulder.
I think I was listening to music?
Maybe we kissed a little, idk.
It was so long ago.
Edit: voices say I’m too big for that and if you did manage to get it done you’d spit it out and then have become completely suicidal and left me on the Sidewalk in New York or something