Some nothings and somethings

This might not be good

Gee, I forgot how much fun writing is.
Its even more fun when you write thoughtlessly and dont have to think before you type, just write candidly and tactlessly, just for the fun of knowing that when other people read your words they'll gape at you and shake their heads and maybe even roll their eyes at how ridiculous and purposely tactless your words are--

I almost said to my mother, but then she would give me the look and want to know just what EXACTLY im writing about and no way am I repeating everything I said on the first chapter because 1. No way thats 4 minutes of my LIFE I have to do explaining what I already explained, and 2. What do I LOOK like repeating the word "VIRGINITY" and all that relates to it in this context, in front of my mother?

I shameless but im not that shameless.

Anyways where was I? Oh yes, Hawaii.
But quickly I feel it is important if not downright disrepectful if I dont add that I left behind more than just a boyfriend.

Like for instance my precious babygirl Juju. She was our cat for all of 8 months before we had to leave her behind. She was only three months old when we got her. A kitten. Big shy golden-orange-yellow eyes and a beautiful coat of gray fur. Petite and nervous. We often joked that her nervous behavior was worsened by the fact that our family is, chaotic, wild, and  LOUD. Poor baby. But she accostumed and grew on us, and us on her.
A neighbor, and sorta kinda friend slash enemy slash ex major league crush slash weedie, took her off our hands and werent for it the look in his eyes and the tone of his voice and the fact I knew he had previous experience with cats and pets in general, I wouldnt have trusted him. That being said, I have complete faith in him. Mostly.

I also had this rainbow sweater that my mom bought me when I was thirteen and had kept ever since depite the holes it had gotten and how loose it became from use. I loved that fucking sweater to HELL AND BACK. It had comforted me through many a depressed time and I still look back fondly on it. So whyd i leave it behind? You fucking tell me. Why in the scooby snacks did I decide to give one of my most personal and prized possession to some girl that I had just met and smoked weed with  (I know, I know. Never again. Maybe.) twice? The simple answer would be she asked for it. But the real answer is much harder to put into words. So for now I leave it.

Gee, you try to start a chapter talking about Hawaii and you end up talking about everything BUT. See ya in the next one.

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