*~ Jade's P.O.V ( for the most part) ~*
Here's my dilemma
One half of me wants ya
And the other half wants to forget
My-my-my dilemma
From the moment I met ya
I just can't get you out of my head
And I tell myself to run from you
But I find myself atractted to my dilemma....
That's the song I woke up to. Ironically the story of my life. I got up and took a 30 minute shower. After drying my ever so short hair, I straightened it to a bit longer than shoulder length and started the difficult task of picking outfit out.
What to wear? What to wear?
Ohh wear pink omg it's the color of love!!!!
No, wear black, then people will talk to us less.
Nooooo pink makes our hazel eyes show!
Yeah well black gives us more respect.
I let out I sigh. Pink and black it is. That little argument up there wasn't me but Scarlet and Ruby. Ruby being the girly-girl and Scarlet the semi goth tomboy their ideas clash a lot. To bad it happens inside of me right?
I got dressed in black floral jeggings, a pink frilly top tucked in my pants with a tan sweater that drapes down to the floor. Toped off with some light pink high tops. Luckily It wasn't one of those days when I would have to go through six different outfits to please them.
"What do you want for breakfast?" my mom asked as I walked down the stairs.
Eggs sunny side up!
Toast, extra crispy.
"Uhh I'll just have scrambled eggs with toast lightly toasted?" It came out like question. As if I was asking for permission. Honestly, I was...
Okaaay.
Whatever.
After I ate, I thanked my mom and headed out. I did the three minute walk dreading every step. Not that I'm a loser or being bullied or anything but there's this one guy who keeps all of us up at night. He's my best friend, Ruby's crush, and Scarlet's arch enemy, Chris Mclane
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Bipolar Diaries
HumorI love him, but I don't want him. I crave him, but don't need him. I revolve my life around him, but I want to be free. It's not up to me or him. No, it's up to three people, Scarlet, Jade, and Ruby. Otherwise know as me myself and I.
