Would if I could, believe me. I'd feel bad though, because even though they treat me like the can't tell whether I'm a homocidal maniac or suicide on legs, they smother me in kindness.
Today's entry: Everything is fucking BORING.
At Braddock, I could do whatever the hell I wanted.
Walk to my friend's house, get wasted, walk home at 10.
Walk to a boyfriend's house, get busy, walk home at 5.
Let's combine the two in a true story.
9th grade, Jeremiah invited me to come to his house because he wanted me to be bass in his band.
He lives with his grandparents and they were out for a week.
His garage was open, and it had the fridge with the beer.
Hooray.
But then we realized that we were quite literally locked out of his house, and he didn't have the key.
We ended up having to take the steel ladder from his backyard, lean it up against the side of his house, use wire cutters to cut the screen out of his window, crawl in, and open the front door from inside.
It was fucking hilarious, and we did it while not in the best state of mind. Fun.
Then the lead guitar and I had sex on his bed.
At Woodson?
I come home and get on the computer because this school is too fucking far from my house to walk home from.
I want SOMETHING exciting, SOMETHING social, SOMETHING new. Going to dye my hair soon, but that doesn't fucking count. I've done that since seventh grade. It's just fun.
I feel like I'm having a mid-adolescence crisis. This is bullshit.