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November 27th

4:00 am

I'm still at your house right now.

My parents were fine with letting me stay because they knew we're just friends.

Well we WERE just friends.

Now we're a little more than that but they don't have to know yet.

We watched like 5 scary movies in a row even though I TOLD YOU I couldn't handle scary movies and you KNEW that from past experience which brings us to this situation. You are downstairs getting garlic and salt to fend off the monsters and demons. And you better not complain that your legs hurt when you come back up because we all know that you, 80 year old Josh should be the one complaining.

Anyways we have to take precautions and make sure we don't die so we need garlic, salt, silver knives, some brass, tomatoes, a chair to put against the door and a baseball bat.

You're coming up right now I think.

Or maybe its a monster...

DAMN IT WHY DID I THINK THAT!

This may be the last thing I write.

Goodbye world.

I love you mom, I love you dad.

Oh god why are the footsteps walking so slow.

I'm hiding under your table right now.

I just smacked my head on the table, okay I suck at hiding.

I'm going to die soon.

I don't think there's anything else that I want to say.

November 27th

4:07

I love you Josh.

November 27th

4:09

IF I DIE I DON'T GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO TAKE MY TUMBLR URL!

November 27th

4:11

Once again.

Your brother's a jerk.

To whom I now owe another $50.

$25 for him not telling your parents we're together and $25 for him not telling you that I was hiding under a table shaking like a nervous Chihuahua.

I think he's either a really good deal maker or I'm a really bad negotiator.

I think its the latter.

November 27th

4:13 am

So I'm typing all of this on my phone because

1. I still hate your Pages

2. Your computer isn't working well.

You said you'll fix it up soon though so I'll be able to put this into the folder of a folder of a folder in a couple of days.

I should save it all on a USB and then leave it somewhere in your room so that when your moving out you find it, or when your unpacking at your new place you find it. Or maybe you only check the USB to put an important PowerPoint for your job on it and then you realize that the USB is actually full with all of my writing and then you get really annoyed because you can't find another one, maybe I should make the USB name something like 'KARMA' for that time when you sabotaged my history project by switching the posters and I went to school with boards that say TEACHERS PET all over them.