We went on a trip today. At first Lance and I sat goethe and watched a shit ton of a videos and it was really nice. It's nice to have someone actually want to spend time with you. Then we all barded the bus and he made Tamara and I sit in the back with us. Some other people were there and we were ll singing and rapping and yelling and telling trucks to honk the horn. I hadn't felt like this in a while it was so nice and happy and fun to be excepted by everyone. Lance even made sure we sat with him in at the armory show. I'm finally part of a crew. I belong.
The show was alright. It was done but his famous artist where we sat in this huge room in beach chairs and put on headphones that canceled out all the noise for fifteen minutes then we watched a piano in silence move across a stage for like an hour. It was all about cleanse. I couldn't concentrate. Lance and Tamara's moms were there so we all went out to eat a diner and it was really nice. Though I tried to snapchat Lance a few times and seemed uncomfortable. He never snapchats me or Tamara on his story. I think he's still slightly embarrassed by us. Like to other people. But whatever.
Lance invited me to eat lunch with the rest of the crew and a lot of people I like but Tamara was begging me not to because there's this guy who she used to be friends with who doesn't like her there. Tamara's selfish because I'm tired of being alone. Tomorrow I'm sitting with them.
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My First Journal
No FicciónALL THINGS THAT HAPPENED ARE REAL. THIS IS NOT FICTION. A diary documenting my final year of high school. Recently life has become this very strange television like reality for me. I went from invisible to involved. This is an entirely true account...
