David Bowie died last night and it's really fucked me up. Davie Bowie was an idol in my family. My dad's favorite artist. I was going to get a Bowie tattoo in tribute of my dad. He's gone and it reminds me of the passing of time. But of course Bowie left in a bang because he's Bowie and he's a in space now.
Tamara me back from her hiatus and she just accepted my friendship with Peter. Lance and I are hanging out still with Peter a lot. Lance invited me to his after prom in which he and film gang are renting a Hampton house. But my problem is that people don't want Tamara tagging along. Which is a problem for me because i'm looking to turn up.
I'm going to Mia's party which is like a freshman bullshit party but Lance and I are going for coke and then he's going to pregame for another party. We still want to do coke.
Cameron and Stephen are in full time rehab for their addiction. They did eight balls which is heroin and meth at the same time. How can you fuck up your life so quickly? God it's so weird. You're 15 for fucksake.
I think Lance is going to take me to prom but might not. I'm talking to this new guy Andrew who is this asian body builder. I think he's bi but he's so hot with an eight pack and he's actually enthusiastic to talk to me everyday. We talk all the time it's great. I want to meet him and maybe i won't be alone for Valentine's day.
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My First Journal
Non-FictionALL 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...
