in which person A finds an ad on
possibly the worse day of her life.
-OR-
in which person A moves into
a house with five different guys
who are anything but ordinary.
*Completed DEC. 2018*
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𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘, Well scratch that...you used to be somebody to me once upon a time. I haven't written in you since junior year after I pushed Zooey's face into that brick wall in the courtyard but...I should have came back to you. I could have talked you about the whole Kyle situation...but things got hectic Senior year and neglect became a big issue. I'd like to tell you that I'm sorry about that, I've been sorry about a lot of things lately and that's kinda what you're here for. To listen. To hear or see?? Me vent. You know the deal, I first started writing in you after Grandpa Ace died — so middle school and the writing increased, then decreased throughout my high school years.
Point blank: Sorry about that. 'Cause you're not just any type of journal or "diary," you've been filled with a lot of shit my friend. From my words, or ideas, to collages mixed in one. You're volume eight I believe, with thirty-seven pages left to go to be exact. I guess I should just get right down to it...if you forgive ya girl.
It's been crazy since the last time you've heard from me. To recap what I can remember, I ended up dating the boy that I had my eye on for awhile from my physical science class with perverted Mr. Lolly. Kyle and I started dating mid November, there was of course some drama surrounding that. That drama being Zooey who couldn't keep my name out of her mouth. The highlight of junior year was dating Kyle, beating zooey's ass (the suspension was worth it), and cussing Mr. Lolly out. Senior year was also a mess and I honestly can't say which out-beat the other. Actually I can—Senior year.
That's no longer a question.
After I lost Kyle (I'll discuss that in a later entry when my mind is right) I carried out our goal to move to Cali. Long story short, managed to move in with my cousin Amity who's actually my older sister — Devin (her birth name), who tried some extreme voodoo shit on me with her boyfriend who has serial killer tendencies!!! causing me to move out. One night sleeping in my ride until I came across an ad of five dudes looking for a roommate. They scooped ya girl up on the first day.
The four eyed one is cool. His name being Brandon, I speak highly of this guy because he's so positive , a little bossy and slightly messy but I set that ass straight every now and then. We're able to teach other things (this guy is super talented!!and v interested in music,,, he sings and produces like come on!!! Winning or nah? which I find really fun and I feel as if I can talk to him any time of the day because that voice? Who wouldn't want to listen to that all day? Byeeee. Also he's Such a good person with a sweet heart.
"Tito" my tall homie who often gets on my nerves with his headassery. Did I just create that? I did. It's usually always a good time between he and I. We just click. I can always count on him to lift me up as I do for him. I generally believe that he deserves nothing but the best and I don't ever want to see him hurt...like he's literally my son even though he's a size of a giraffe. Best party thrower but needs to lay off the trees and recollect his brain cells ASAP. Also z, if you're reading this "fuck you too" cause I know that's what you're saying right now.
