I’d missed my home away from home in West Monroe.
I’m so happy that I stayed with Melissa last night.
Even though the cops at the park practically tried to search our shit.
I love Melissa’s boyfriend. I’m so happy for her! So proud, too!
She’s got a good thing going.
I wish I had a good thing going.
Here’s the coversation from last night basically. “Rusty wants me to have sex with him.” “I don’t care if you do, but there will be no more us.” “I’m not going to, but there really isn’t an us anyway, right?” “You mean, we’re not anything?” “Well, I mean, apparently we’re SOMETHING, but WHAT?” “I don’t know, but I know I care.”
What the fuck. He wants me to be faithful to him, but he already professed a gazillion times that he doesn’t want a relationship with me. And I’m not feeling where he has to be faithful to me? Wtf is wrong with that boy. He can’t have his cake and eat it too.
And Rusty was bein real precious until I told him I wasn’t gonna fuck him. Ha. Then he stopped talking. Until I was like…bitch ass, u know i’ma kill u if ur not nice. So he was nice ^.^
I’m ready to see Jessica today with all that I am. And wash clothes. And see my mommy and my daddy and my sister. Oh yeah. And pass this damn sociology test at 1230. I should look over that.
Best thing about last night: I have a lovely gross-looking cut on my EYE.
We were sitting on the dragonfly in the park and Melissa decided to throw a TWIZZLER at me.
Yes, a TWIZZLER cut me.
And that is all.
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