Monday, 01.10.2018., 3:47am
Dear diary,
Fuck. I didn't know what to write, how to begin. What made this situation even worse it the fact that I'm not lonely as fuck ten-year-old anymore, but a nineteen years old woman.
Okay fine, not a woman, just young adult, but let's appreciate the fact that my boobs are bigger that Noela's, my 76 years old neighbour's, whose boobs are hanging like those balls on a christmas tree.
Let's give this shit one more try.
Dear diary,
I hate being a virgin.
I ripped the page off. Fuck this. I'm just a horny post-teenager who wants to get fucked.
Plus, today's the first day of college. I cannot be late for such thing.
Monday, 01.10.2018., 7:42am
I almost got lost. Nice start, May!
Coming to my college for the first time after officially enrolling was so... I don't know. Loads of girls, probably over two hundred of them. Three to seven guys.
Ugh, they all look gay.
My thoughts can't cooperate with the fact that I have just made my first steps towards my future job – babysitting pre-school kids. I might just do 360° turn and try to find myself a company.
And just when I was about to, the holder of college came to the campus and told us to gather. In a bliss, the gossips about him started.
He's so hot.
Totally my type.
I wonder if he has a wife.
Bruh. This all is giving me goosebumps. He's hot I gotta admit. But for the love of God, he's 40-something and could be our dad. What are these girls on?
8:03am
Few things to mark right here:
The ceremony hasn't started yet.
I have to pee, my vagina is going to explode.
I also feel very dizzy.
8:18am
Update:
This is some dumb shit.
I still have to pee.
Holder's name is Peter Stokes.
9:56am
Update part two:
I fell asleep for few minutes.
Peter embarrassed my ass by waking me up in front of whole first year of college.
Them girls were jelaous.
In conclusion, y'all have daddy issues.
11:57am
I wasn't pretty sure if the bus was going to come in a few minutes, so I collected my thoughts and took a step towards a blondie I recognised from the ceremony.
"Hey, um... I'm sorry, but do you know if the next bus is going to come soon or..?"
Approachal of the year! Well, better that than asking a grandma next to her, she probably came from outter space or is half-blind.
"I hope so hahaha!" The sweet tone of her voice made it seem like she was a little kid, but the shape of her face told me that if I ever get to be gay, she's going to be the guilty one.
"You're the girl from the college, right", she interrupted my very inappropariate thoughts, "I remember you fell asleep durring ceremony."
Umm, thank you?
"Yeah, haha. Guilty... Oh, I'm May, by the way." I pulled my hand out of my pocket to greet her. She did the same thing.
"Ingrid." She smiled sincerely.
We didn't talk much, plus our bus came just on time to break the awkwardness both of us created.
We sat next to each other and started to exchange our first impressions of college and students.
"Peter Stokes. I want to hear your thoughts, May."
"Hot", I smirked, "but kinda overrated already." We both laughed.
"You two are from college, right?" The sudden voice came from a person whose head was sticking out between our two seats.
"I'm Patricia. Nice to meet you."
Weird start. This girl's got guts. I like her.
"May."
"Ingrid."
That short talk after the three of us exchanged names was interrupted by my station.
"Gotta get out now. But hey, I'll see ya tomorrow at college?"
They both nodded and smiled.
Home smelled differently. I guess mum cleaned the whole place. Again.
I went to my room, locked the door and opened my diary.
"You'll be off use. College shit, okay? So please God, let my college life not shitty like highschool, pretty please!?"
Now it all went with a flow.
Dear diary,
Let's welcome my new life, shall we?
Well fuck, introducing isn't my thing, but fine.
I'm May.
I kept starring at the pages.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
"FUCK!" I yelled.
"Honey, are you okay?" I heard my mom's voice coming from the kitchen.
"Everything's cool ma'!"
I ripped the page again.
"One last chance, you fucker." I started talking to the pen I was holding, like a crazy ass weirdo.
Highschool sucked.
I had no friends, and I minded it a lot. My mental state was fucked up, and probably still is, since I'm opening up to a piece of paper.
Dear diary, I'm May Jasmine Cooper, and I just became a student. I wanna persue my dream, work with little kids, have my own family, live in peace. Clishé, yes, but I wanna be the new, fresh me. Real me. I wanna be, or at least seem like a cool kid, I wanna have my own gang that's gonna be here for me no matter the situation we are in. I want my life to be a combination of fucking comedy (no dark humor please) and a blissful romance (I really hate being a virgin, you know?).
Make my wish come true? huh?
Okay, that's it for now. Now you're supposed to say "Cheers to May in advance for losing her virginity at the age of 19/20."
Never mind, I'll go to sleep.
G'night.
