The drive took about 1 hour. But I didn't mind that tho because we got to learn about each other, I found out that his auntie is a famous chef who lives in LA and that he goes and visits her every holiday for about a week. I also found out that his family is like mega rich but thank god he doesn't bribe about it and try to show it off. I also told him stuth about me like what happened with my dad he seemed like he knew what to say it was weird because normally when I tell people they either don't know what to say or start acting like he was there dad and start getting sentimental about it. He dosnt know what was going to happen the night we met, I don't plan on telling him because what if he thinks differently about me, that I'm just some cold hearted bitch who dosnt know what to do with her life and dosnt even have the motivation go get out of bed to turn off her own fucking light because she's that lazy.
Later on (at night)
Today was really fun, we had a chance to got to know each other more, I finally got to have a chance to forget what pain feels like, like what it feels to suffer all the time knowing I'm not going to get better and that there can always be fun moments in life, but of corse that all has to stop as soon as I go on Instagram and see all these beautiful women with the perfect life, perfect body's, perfect family perfect everything. God I wish I could be them to see what it's like being happy and having the best life anyone could ever wish for. You know if I ever had a chance to make 3 wishes and they would come true I would wish for my dad to come back, I could live a fun life where I don't have to worry about money all the time and finally to have these stupid scars and cuts on my arms to be gone, but of corse all of that will never happen but it's fun to pretend like it would.
You know i also like to pretend that my dad is still here because I will talk to him till the point my mum has to come in my room and tell me "he's not her" and that's when I go "yes he is" the memory of him, gust of wind tragedy grimaced "yes he is" my eyes traveled upwards a cold dark sky. My mum will tell me to "act my age" what the fuck is that, "act my age"? What do I care how old I am? The ocean is old as fuck. And it would still drown your ass. She noticed something was up and started asking me if I am okay, am I okay what the fuck do you think but of corse I didn't say that, im not that fucking dumb and I. I ended up saying "im okay" but the struggle of being able to say "I'm okay" with tears in your eyes and your body as weak as a dead leaf because your that exhausted of all the pain.
