Okay, so my birthday is coming up with Months. Yay me I guess.
I really wanna ask my parents if I could have friends over to like just hang out. Like they could legit throw us outside and I would be totally cool with that. I just remember that I had a "party" like two years ago and the day after my birthday I took two friends to do stuff and it was great.
I had so much fun and I really wanna do it again. But I feel like for sure that my parents would tell me no.
Also, I have like certain people that I have in mind and I know a couple doesn't actually get along really well. You think because of it's my birthday that they would try and be nice but I'm honestly like 99% that they wouldn't get along and it would just become really akward. Maybe I'm assuming wrong, I don't know. Though I do get a strong feeling about that.
Well, then I wouldn't want people to be upset.
Also, I have a strong feeling that my one friend would want to bring a certain someone if I had one and I'm not sure how the others would react. I mean like this friend let me bring someone that they didn't know about her party but they didn't have a bad experience like I have had about a friend bringing another friend. (Or maybe they did I don't know)
I think it was like for my 10th birthday that this happened. Everything was fine, I came home from school and was actually shocked to see the house decorated for me. I mean like that normally doesn't happen. It was cool. Well, I don't know why my mom thought this to be a good idea, I didn't ask for it and we didn't plan a party.
The people who actually came was well my mom, sister, uncle, grandpa, (grandma I think), and my brother.
Well, my brother had brought over his friends which were perfectly fine with me, I have known these boys for most of my life and they were like brothers so they were fine.
Well then my friends who were twins came over, they lived right next door and I have known them for years. I think at that point I had known them for about 6 years. So yeah they were my best friends and they practically lived at the house. If they hadn't come over I would have been honestly hurt. lol.
But the problem was that they brought someone over with them.
I knew who this person was and I honestly didn't like them. They made me really uncomfortable and they were really weird.
You might think, "oh you shouldn't say that about someone."
Well I don't give a fuck what you think because this bish had came over once and Me, this person, and the twins were playing like house or something and this person like played a creep.
The creep would "rape" my character. This person would tackle me to the ground and like would jump on me pretending to rape me.
Another incident the person would pretend to cut off my boobs and nipples. It was really fucking weird.
Then the person at other times would just be really mean.
So I really didn't like this person.
Surpisinglying they weren't that bad for a while but then everyone went out to go play.
I didn't join them because I was upset at the time because my dad wasn't there. But then I get my brother and his friends coming back saying that the person bit them.
WHO THE FUCK BITES SOMEONE DURING A GAME OF KICKBALL??????????????????????
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That's why if I did have people over I would be kinda worried about my friend's friend, well actually it's their boyfriend. I mean I know that would never actually happen again ( I would hope) but still.
I honestly don't know where I'm going with this chapter anymore. I originally wrote this about me wanting to have friends over.
Okay whatever. I mean I guess I could ask but I know it's probably going to be a no, which I wouldn't care about that much. I do got other plans I think. I just think it would be fun to have a party again like the one I did a couple of years ago. (Not the one from when I was 10). Yeet.
Welp anyways I'm going to go play the Sims 3 pets on the the PS3 so bye.

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RandomYeet. Enjoy fam. Actually this book is just about me ranting or just random stuff.