My tragedy

The beginning

     

     Today I realized I never started this correctly. This is my diary. So...
     Dear diary, hi my name is Jackson Mackay
    It's been 13 years since I've written in you and A LOT has happened. Last time I wrote in you i didn't know what I was doing or what this was, I was graduating highschool, found the love of my life, Mason Lawsom, and was headed to Yale.
I stopped writing in you cause I completely forgot about you and left you behind at my moms house. Life hit me like a truck and I got distracted I graduated high school but I had no job. I got a scholarship to Yale, yeah that's how good I was, but it's all the way in Connecticut and I live in Florida. I would have to move but I have no money and I'm afraid to ask banks for a loan. I don't know why I'm afraid, I guess it's the idea that you get the loan but if you don't pay it back in time they take more money away. It's weird I know but again I'm a weirdo.
I found a job and started saving money, I had saved enough money to buy my self an apartment with no furniture. Mason moved with me, helping me pay the bills and stuff. He didn't get into Yale but he went to another college there. After a year of living together we had enough money to buy a house and this time with furniture.