Such a Beautiful Story

I was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder when I was 16. They say it's one of the hardest to deal with. I know it's still there, but I can't help but sometimes feel like there was a miscalculation. I think I'm just in love, like REALLY in love. Love can make you go a bit crazy sometimes. I think we all have a bit of crazy in us. Maybe it just takes a certain situation or certain person to bring that side out.

I like to collect money. I mean everyone likes to just get a ton of money, but I don't spend any of it. Paying rent and living essentials aside, I just don't, I have no reason to. I simply sit and stare at it, sometimes even lay in it. I believe it's such a silly thing that so many others worship. After all, it's just paper. I enjoy the thought that I may have something that someone else wants. Though, I never open up my closet if someone is in my room because I'm afraid they will find the suitcases filled with cash. I don't want it to be taken away. It's mine now. As of right now I have approximately $40,091 within 4 suitcases. You may be wondering where I got all this money from. Well, I've had my ways. All I'll say is I've had a lot of different methods, both legal and illegal. I can get away with just about anything. Plus, you'd be surprised how much money you can save by barely ever going out for 22 years. That's how old I am by the way. I'm currently a tour guide for a museum by my apartment, which isn't as bad as you may think. I can't particularly say I love history, but I make about $600 per week, so it's pretty nice.

Now I said that I don't spend any of my money, which is true, but I do lend it to someone sometimes. I also mentioned that I'm in love, which is also true, so I think you are well able to put 2 and 2 together. I met Justene Brown my first day of high school. She had eyes that in the winter looked like the ocean during a storm and in the summer a ray of sunlight passing through a glass of wine. Her thick, dark chocolate hair had natural hints of reddish, orangey tones that always blended together in perfect warmth. She was my best friend. I mentioned that I don't go out much. I don't exactly have any friends, but on that first day of high school she came right up to me and asked me to sit with her during our lunch wave. Ever since, lunch was my favorite part of the day. Then we began to have classes together and those became my favorite parts of the day too. She was the reason I woke up every morning. She truly is a brilliant girl. In English class she would challenge Mrs. Collick on different perspectives of the books we'd be reading. In history, she used to call out Mr. Evans on his blind bigotry and be able to back up her arguments with real information. And math? She skipped nearly every class, yet still passed with A's and B's. She loves to read just about anything and everything. If you watched her, you could see the raving passion in her eyes whether it was a wild story of adventure or the dictionary. She loves to just obtain all that information in her mind.

On a weekly basis, she would show up at my house throwing rocks at my window. Very teenagerly romantic right? I had the type of parents that didn't mind anything like this because they know that I don't do anything bad. Fair enough, I'd say. Frankly, I just don't think they paid a lot of attention to me, but I didn't mind all that much. Apparently, some people actually spend time with their parents. I always found that so odd. I knew that it was a common thing among families, but not mine. I guess I just wasn't used to that idea.

Anyway, I remember hurrying down my stairs to my front door and trying to nonchalantly swing it open.

"Hey." she'd greet me in a smoky voice.

"Hey what's up?" I'd reply trying to seem laid back.

"Not much I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd stop by." She'd lilt at me. I always wondered whether that was true or not. Was she just walking around at night by herself? Was she actually planning on coming to my house? I never asked.

"Well come inside, you shouldn't be out there by yourself."

She'd follow me up to my room and we would just lie on my bed and spend the night talking about anything and everything. How we thought the world began and how we think it will end, weird things we've seen our neighbors do, our past, our future. We learned so much about each other, yet it seemed like there was always more to learn. She was a never-ending book and I always felt so blessed to be the one she'd let turn the pages.