Chrysalis

Ok, so I'm not talking to him anymore. I'm not going to try and pursue anything. Not even friendship. I'm not going to sit here and be mistreated then guilt triped. I thought I saw something different in him. Maybe it was just my teenage hormones taking control again. But I'm not anyone's "Dog" or their "Bitch." I really don't apprieciate some white boy talking like he's black. It makes me very uncomfortable. Especially because it makes me feel as though he's only saying it to tease me because of me being black. Well, whatever. I don't know anymore. Maybe he could talk to me. When he stands up and learns how to be a gentleman.

And thus, life goes on. Although, I wish it wouldn't. I feel totaly awful. I don't have a debit card or a cell phone. How does one live without these necessities? I'm seriously considering changing banks. AGAIN. I really don't know why I moved from BofA in the first place. Yeah, life fucking sucks.

Rachel, I love you, good luck in college.
After tomorrow, all of my best friends will no longer be around me. I really wish I could find new friends. But it's hard. So far, everyone that I've met have been older than me. Don't get me wrong, I like older people. But they can drink legally. I can't. See what I mean? Who wants to babysit?

posted by ryryguy @ 5:42 PM