Needless To Say [ON HOLD]

Three

March 23rd, 2019

8:04 PM

Dear mystery man,

Mr. Moraine sucks. Butt.

That's all I have to say.

Not really; I wouldn't waste a sheet of paper in my beautiful, but expensive notebook. Don't worry, I didn't want to brings your hopes up for no reason.

Beauty is pain.

That's probably why I'm not currently in physical pain. God, I'm really eccentric. I'm addressing my journal entries to a person, whom I'm personifying as an actual person right now. You are, but these are not going to you. I still wonder why I am doing this.

If anyone asks, my grandma made me.

Do you ever actually listen to your gut feeling, though? I contemplate it, but it doesn't count if I'd thought it through or confirmed its worth with another, right? But, then again, it's the feeling in your gut you had originally had.

I question my sanity plenty; do not fret just yet.

Analese has got to stop. I joined her for a few 'marathons,' but after around the fourth one, maybe third, I gave up on trying to keep up with her frequent laze-fests. Sawyer, however, is just feeding the rivalry between him and Carter Dale.

What a kid. So immature.

He and Alia have gone home quite early this morning, my suspicion of them yet to have diminished.

Right, I was going to tell you about that. Something before had gone awry in their relationship, and on top of you, I will figure the rest of that out, my brain hopefully also catching on to my ambitions, if they can be called that. I've hardly gotten anything from last night.

I could not find this notebook until about four minutes or so ago, so I wrote notes on a page, which took me who know how long to do, but I'll explain it as thoroughly as my mind can muster, because I'm trying to ease myself back into Public Speaking, which I'll fail if I don't try to catch up. Mrs. Jacque is pretty good about it, but she wants me to begin to reenter the habit of working and the flow of that class. I took it as an extracurricular, in hopes of abolishing my inability to speak in front of crowds. I'd figured I would need it, workwise or not.

See, I'm a responsible, conscientious human being. I am proud of myself. Ish.

The learning from college has stuck with me for the most part, needing only a refresh on my memories of the most significant segments of the lessons. I'm trying to stretch the extent of my skills before I try to work, but I am getting bored as hell, or my brain is beginning to hurt with all this knowledge I'm trying to shove in it.

The only memory, which I believe is quite unimportant, from last night about you, my mystery man, is where we were having a three-sided 'verbal disagreement' about something with another person who'd sounded familiar, which I remember snippets from. The scrawled notes are barely considered legible, and had it been another day, I wouldn't have been able to read it.

Who it was about, I cannot remember, but it linked with the person I think I know, and possibly my friend. I think it may be one of which I already know now, but I currently cannot remember, which is to nobody's surprise. Memory loss isn't the problem, it's just the lack of preservation of them. Maybe.

That was it, though. I think it could've been important, but I was of no use in remembering this, unless someone else knew the whole thing, without brain damage or anything. That'd require me remembering as much as who I was arguing with first. People argue plenty on the daily, right? It's most likely just another mediocre and meaningless one.