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Hi, my names mattelyn dawson, you can call me matty im 21 in a week i turn 22 me and my best friends, brandi, leslie, and kearra, are doing something to celebrate we dont know yet at the moment though.

But to be honest i dont give a flying fuck about my birthday ive been old enough to drink legally without a fake I.D. for a year now i have my life sorted out

i dont plan on having a boyfriend mainly because im somehow still a virgin although i get really cold at night i dont give a fuck im just fine with my friends my flat and my obsession with blink- 182 yes im a fucking blink fan get over it.

I live in san diego i grew up here i was adopted at the age of twelve because my mom left due to my depression she 'couldnt handle it' not long after i walked home from school to find him dead. Hung himself on the living room fan the note said he had a daughter for no reason, so they put me in foster care no matter what family, nobody wanted me so by the time i was sixteen i just couldnt take it anymore one of the families only had one kid. With cancer she was only 7 i said i was going for a walk i ran away i had money most of the families had given me, i went to a hotel i wanted to call someone but couldnt the only people that knew well i was running from. The foster care agency here so i checked into a hotel with a fake I.D. i got alchohol and got drunk in the hotel watching blink videos after they found me i ran and did this at least once a month until my 18th birthday i went on my own stole the money of the people i knew did this almost every night until i got a job at a gas station i met the best friends i have now i moved into an apartment with brandi wich was right next to kearra and leslies apartment i finally got a better job as a server at a really nice resturaunt and now im here we have gone to a few blink concerts together i showed them the band and there really big fans now but they will never know how much i love them

Right now im at work my birthday (june 27) is in three days we plan to go to a hotel get a two room suite go the bar and get drunk as fuck go swimming and go back to our room do whatever the fuck i wanna do being that we all took the day off

I'm packing up and getting ready to go home I got exactly $218 as tips I'm there best server

I get in my car start it put in the aux cord and play 'natives' by blink obviously I sing along as I drive to my apartment I get home to an empty apartment so I figure Brandi's probably at her boyfriends house, kevin so I take a shower blasting my music throughout the apartment get out and get dressed in sweats and a green day T-shirt, I make popcorn and watch 'Nightmare Before Christmas' one of my favorite movies it was about halfway through the movie when Brandi got home "how's Kevin?" I ask "what are you talking about I went to the hospital to see my mom" "oh what happened" she sighs "I told you Matty she broke her rib." "Oh" was all I could say she seemed really stressed it made it even worse I don't listen to things when my music is on "I'm sorry, how is she?" "She's fine" was all she said "I'm tired as fuck I'm going to bed k so turn the TV down" "okay" I said then turned it down humming the song 'down' by blink-182 after the movie I went to bed.

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