Cold Feelings

{one - the beginning of a friendship}

09/24/16

Hey! My name is Maydelin Miracle. People just call me by May, which is kinda nice I guess. Anyways, so I guess I'm 14 years old, and I'm writing in this journal. Thank god, my mom got me a journal so I can write my thoughts on stuff and yeah.

Why do I honestly get a text from some random person? Oh my god.

So he basically thought I was Anna. Who was Anna? Anyways, so he apologized to me cause he got the wrong number, but luckily he was nice to me. I ended up asking who was Anna and guess on what he said.

And he never showed me on what he looked like until he has time for a good selfie. I was alright, nervous to send him a picture even though I didn't know him. I ended up asking how old he was, and turns out he is the same age as me! I was thirteen, and he was also thirteen.
(NOTE: THAT WAS WHEN I WAS THIRTEEN ON WHEN I MET ONE OF MY GUY FRIENDS!)

Of course, being a loner at my school is nervous whacking, but sure. Becoming friends with a stranger who texted the wrong number, and now there we are. I guess getting a chance to know each other.

I was used to being a loner, and of course, he became friends with me. Why did I honestly become friends with him? I like being anti-social since you won't deal with fake friends and most of all... Dealing with people who bully you. I just borrow a book from the library first, then go to the bathroom, and read there until lunch is over.

I should be glad about that, but should I be? Of course, I was debating with my mom. My mom would always MAKE me make friends, and she wants me to be not anti-social. I understand her, but I don't like dealing with fake people. I had to deal with one of my fake friends, Oscar because he was honestly like being a b*ch just for getting something I want. Of course, I wanted to date a person named Sam, and he also liked her. She decided to reject him, as she was bisexual and I was bisexual once. Sadly, we broke up a few weeks ago. I hated those after a few weeks ago.

Whatever, I've moved on anyway. I should be lucky I'm friends with that guy, but why is he not sending in a picture of himself? Could he be afraid of him sending me a picture of what he looked like? Maybe, maybe not.

I guess that's it for this day? It was hella awkward, but at least I got a chance to know him. Good night, I guess.

9/25/16

Good morning, I guess. I asked him to send him a picture, and he told me he took a good selfie. GOD, FINALLY. He sent me this, and he asked me to send a picture of myself.

God, he looked like a 16-year-old, but he's actually 13. How is he actually that pretty? Now, I know I'm bisexual but he's so pretty and handsome, but I don't even know him yet. Whatever, I sent a picture of myself. I looked weird in that picture, but he told me I was beautiful, but he was dating someone else.

I honestly loved him, but I still don't know him. Why does it matter if I don't know him? I still like him, but whatever.

This was the first chapter! Thank you so much for reading this. I apologize if it was short, but I might make longer chapters. To those who are confused on why I haven't written a chapter for Distance for a while, it's because I couldn't have time. I apologize about this, and I hope I can continue with Distance.