Soon it came to November and just like that.
A lot of things happened.
I met another guy on social media and I sexted him.
Mia and Lia are so going to fucking kill me.
Covid 19 was first discovered on 19 November 2019 unofficially, which coincidentally was my fucking birthday.
What the fuck with people(my damn grandfather had a stone in his bladder size of an egg, and that stone had a superbug virus enveloping it feeding off on most of the antibiotics he took, making it resistant) doing surgery and deathly virus variant have with my birthday?
Almost 4 years of school were coming to an end.
Next year would be our final year.
Then off to face the world.
I came from a huge family on my maternal side.
They either love being in the medical field, education field or cooking field.
And I was a weird one, I was a mix and match of centuries, and my soul was older than my body at times.
'My heart has a mind of its own.
My soul has a heart of its own.
My mind has a personality that even terrifies the Devil.'
~My latest therapist
From wanting to be a gynaecologist at the age of 5 because I want to see where babies come from and are made because babies are just adorable covered in bits of white slimy substance from the placenta and blood, to a veterinarian to a zoologist/farmer raising animals, fast forward to 9 wanting to be a terrorist because it felt good to set the world on fire, to be a doctor(no specific field), fast forward to 13 wanting to be a pathologist because I love dead bodies and then fast forward to 18 where I want to be a teacher.
But I am still very much tempted to set the world ablaze once in the while.
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~2 weeks later~
I got a course change.
I changed to business and arts.
Mark was over heals excited to chase me off.
He told me to go to hell and tell Mia he misses her as a parting gift.
Out context, since he has yet to ask her forgiveness.
What with everyone asking me to go to hell?
The devil won't want me.
I have Daddy Issues.
Maybe Mark was happy because no one would try to kill him or he was insane
He never spoke to me after I changed class until
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I soon got used to my new class, I become classmates with Mia, Ezra and Mickey.
I knew Ezra from taekwondo classes from the age of 7.
YOU ARE READING
It just felt right because It was unnecessary drama.
عاطفيةWell, this is a journal, so you found it. Can I say Happy reading into my life? The life of a kid who hates love. This is a love story, darling. Well, I don't know about you but I hate school, I have been told it is a place to mingle with good souls...
