Another long story starting in the distant past. This past even more distant, actually. I hope the story won't be as long.
This one starts more than five years ago. I was in sixth grade, I think. I decided one day (although in my mind I had been considering the idea for quite some time) to leave the kid with whom I had been best friends since about kindergarten or first grade and to hang out with a different crowd.
The next day, my mother bought me flowers. And I've been functionally grounded ever since.