>be me
>9
>at library computer
>watching stick figure animations or something
>some kid sits down at the computer next to me
>i look at him
>he looks at me
>his face is deformed
>he looks a ball with a face drawn on it
>i scream as loud as i can upon looking at this real-life Wilson, leave my chair, and fucking run
>my heart is pounding as i sit near the library entrance, crying and shaking harder than i ever have
>my mom finds me and takes me home
>have nightmares for the next few years about him
just why
>9
>at library computer
>watching stick figure animations or something
>some kid sits down at the computer next to me
>i look at him
>he looks at me
>his face is deformed
>he looks a ball with a face drawn on it
>i scream as loud as i can upon looking at this real-life Wilson, leave my chair, and fucking run
>my heart is pounding as i sit near the library entrance, crying and shaking harder than i ever have
>my mom finds me and takes me home
>have nightmares for the next few years about him
just why
