Stay Away From All My Friends

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I don't know how you got into me,

down my throat and made a home in my veins.

They used to be the rivers that would take us away,

but now you only call me every Christmas and my birthday.

I still can't believe how you look next to me,

just like a strip club bedroom scene.

Baby stay away from my friends,

'cause I need them to carry me.

When it's over I'll count back from ten,

and you can listen to something that you've never heard before.

But you don't know what it's like

to wake up in the middle of the night,

scaring the thought of kissing razors.

This blood evacuation is telling me to cave in.

Stay away.

Oh no.

Just stay away from my friends.

 

Well, I have not updated in a long time. I guess I might as well fill in the two fucking people that read these. I'm on a camping trip with my friends right now. Sydney, her friend Adam, Josh, Wayde, Zak, and Josh's cousin, Serena. We had Zak ask his parents if we could use their camping car. I drove, mainly because I'm the only one who can legally drive. I'm not the oldest, don't get me wrong. The rest of the guys just haven't received their driving licences. We were also going to be staying at my parents, now owned by my grandparents, cabin. Currently, everyone is sleeping, and I'm up on my phone typing this. 

Sydney and Serena today, went for a walk to have what those females call, "girl time." When they got back at least an hour, they were soaking. Adam brought Sydney to go get a spare change of clothes in the camping car. Josh, Wayde, and Zak where gone so I had to take care of Serena. I hate to say this, but she looked absolutely beautiful even though she was soaked. She has beautiful long, brown hair. It goes down to around her elbows. She also had this navy blue dress on. It was very pretty. I brought her into the house and walked her to the bathroom. I opened it and turned on the lights. She was carrying her spare clothes. She asked if she could take a bath, I said she could. I got in there ( she was still wearing clothes, by the way.) and turned on the bath for her. I left the room and shut the door behind me. 

After like twenty minutes, she came out. I had music playing from my phone. She had a grey sweat shirt and black sweat pants. I smiled at her as she sat on the couch, and she smiled back. She leaned on my shoulder. We talked about nonsense for a little bit until Sydney came in. At that point Serena wasn't resting her head on my shoulder. All Sydney did was walk up to her respected room on the second floor. It used to be my brother, Kevin, until he let me take over the place. Adam soon came in and followed her up the stairs. 

It was around 10pm when we decided it wasn't going to rain anymore, so we went outside and started a little cheeky camp fire. I brought my guitar out with me. It was basically a thing me and Sydney always did. Whenever there was a camp fire, the guitar was coming out. I sung a couple songs and we made some smores and told funny embarrassing stories and went inside. We all are sleeping in the camper. Sydney and Adam are up above the cock pit area. (The front.) Zak and John are being little homos and sleeping together on the couch. Sydney dared them too. Wayde is sleeping on the other couch. And Serena is here, sleeping with me in the bed. She requested too.  I'm beginning to fall for her. I've met her only once before. 

So here I am, laying with a girl who's probably going to end up with me in the future. The one thing I don't want to jump into another relationship is because every single time I date a woman I think to myself, "Jayyson, youre either going to marry her or break up. I'm pretty sure she's going to break your heart before you can even think about proposing." It always bothers me about that kind of stuff. I always think of it.

But before I update this and continue with  my pathetic thing I call life, I am going to say that soon I am going to be making vlogs!

Okay, I'm going to attempt to go to bed. Expect another update tomorrow, unless I forget.

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