(hey guys, so i think im gonna have to end tylers story here. Im sure you've noticed a lack of updating, and thats because school sucks ass. I don't want to keep you hangging, so this is the end. Its been a hellva ride guys. Thank you all for reading)
Dear Journal,
I finally talked to Josh today. We met up in the band room at lunch. It was an accident though. I went because I didnt want to deal with people today, and he just so happened to be practicing.
We talked. He said he didn't mean to run away and be a dick weed, he just "didnt know what to feel." I understand that. I said "look, Josh, you're fucking hot, but I dont want to lose our friendship over that. You don't have to fuck me, but, at least be my friend?"
He laughed. "Yeah, I can do that." He smiled, coming over to sit by me. "I missed you man." "I missed you too Josh." "what happened to your hand?" "Sam bit me." "what?..." "I may have space rabies."
It was fun hangging out and talking to Josh again. We even made plans for this weekend! I think we'll be ok. I am getting a new therapist though, so I don't think I'll be writing anymore.
Still, it was nice having you around journal. Thanks for all the help...why the fuck an I acting like you're a living being? Or that someones gonna read this? Jeez, I need to get some sleep.
Until next time,
Tyler Asteroid.
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Tyler the Teenage Alien
Science Fiction"Hi, my names Tyler. Please don't talk to me" Tyler is a Teenage Alien who (according to his shrink) has social anxiety and is "too cynical for his own good." So, now he's forced to write in this dumb diary- I MEAN- journal. Read along, as he deals...
