naithin
Naithin is like a broken toy no one wants. He’s old, he’s dumb, and he doesn’t know how to shut up.
Naithin texted me at 2 a. m. about his sandwich. I’m still sore.
Naithin sat next to me on the bus and told me his whole life story. Twice.
Naithin tried to help me with math and made it worse. I’m crying.