okay so I didn't take your typical two hour nap..nah I took a whole 10 hour nap, like who sleeps for that long? It was 12 a.m. and I forgot to brush my teeth so I quickly ran to the bathroom and did that and came back out. the atmosphere felt..different, scary different, like that feeling you get when you're watching a scary movie and you can just feel the pop up about to happen, yeah that's the feeling I was getting right now. nothing looked different, the room didn't smell different, the air didn't taste different...shit i'm fuckin trippin. I took caution with each step I took as I walked back to my bed and laid down "fuck it's hot in here" I get back up and turn the cold air on. i like for the room to be cold when I sleep while i'm warm and under the covers..I don't know i'm weird. I get on my phone and scroll through instagram and snapchat "ooouu" omar had something on his story and so did kimetrius
"aye y'all already know what the fuck goin on!" omar showed a bunch of pills scattered on the marble table and then scanned the room. there were a lot of girls dancing on guys i've never seen before, but one curly haired bitch stood out the most. I had to re-watch the video multiple times to make sure that what I was seeing wasn't apart of my imagination. she was all up in his lap, grinding and shit..i couldn't tell if he was enjoying it or not, but i did see his stupid hands all up on her like she was a new toy. posted 21 minutes ago
"man I don't even care" I smack my lips and go to my messages
fine kime: it's only seven hours away babe
babe? pfft. fuck you dude. I go back to snapchat to watch the rest of his story 'oh so you ain't invite me? okay omar' i press send and watch kimetrius's story as well. he recorded himself smoking a blunt, but that was all..we ain't dating it don't matter he can do whatever the fuck he wants..or maybe it does matter? why he gotta do this? a lump in my throat started to form
naaah you not about to cry over this stupid hoe, you better calm the fuck down
my son is typing...
from my son
oof. omar texted back
my son: I did invite you 🙄 you the one that ain't show up so ion wanna hear it
me: bitch when? 🤔 I don't see a message anywhere
I look through all my messages just incase and didn't see not one invite
my son: it's on your kitchen table love
I left him on read and got up off the bed, turning the light on so I could see. there it is. a cream colored envelope on my kitchen table with my name on it in cursive
me: why tf you so extra for? and how tf you get in my dorm
i opened the envelope, making sure i didn't tear it in any way, my OCD would always kick in with little things like this. I thought there would be this golden light shining out from it, but it wasn't. 'Daisy, you are invited to this hella dope party i'm having tonight. Love, Omar' maaan what the fuck. so extra, but cool at the same time. made me feel important for about thirty seconds
my son: uh let me live my life daisy and eh
me: my bad but how do you expect me to get there without any directions?
I didn't want to go to the party anyway, not after what I saw..still made me sick. this what I get for trusting him again...he promised. he promised he wouldn't do that again and here he is, letting some girl grind on him. damn I feel so stupid now for letting him into my life. I should've just walked to my dorm by myself that first night and everything would've been okay "fuck" do I bring it up? or do I keep it bottled inside, like what do I do? I better not start crying! I feel them wet bitches creeping to the surface of my eyeballs. I wish I could suck my tears back in like that one cop from 'cloudy with a chance of meatballs' did. oop there they are, falling down my face, like hot waterfalls "nah" I wipe them with my arm, but they kept falling "daisy quit crying" they kept going "oh my god" them hoes have a mind of their own I swear
