#september2016

Is it tumultuous considering that my own classmate has achieved over 1 thousand likes in a meme that was clearly very good in the course of a night? Do I envy the aspiration he achieved?

Maybe so, but life isn't fair. He obviously had a past of social media sites by creating different mediums on different platforms, and he is rich. The only reason his meme blew up was because of the mutuals and the shares.

Why am I talking about him? Out of all the human beings I would want to talk to, he wouldn't be on the list. Well, it's because he was the reason of my discourse today.

You see, I try so, so hard to debunk. I create theories explaining to myself why that would be logical and reasonable. I always have the need to find meaning in almost all of things, and it's stressing me the fuck out.

But since it's kinda done, like all the other problems that had happened the last I've written my journal entry (which was like, months), I'm happy. This week's Friday was very, very nice. Everything didn't went according to plan, because there was NO plan at all.

Time doesn't go in a straight line. It's a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey... Stuff.

Concerning my relationship with King. In the previous entry, I told myself that I liked him, that he was nice and hot. Well, people change. I've learned that he, in my opinion, has a bad personality, but I would let him fuck me relentlessly.

Yes, that sounds gross, considering I'm not even at the legal age... But this is my goddamn journal. Shut up, Eren.

The thing is, King's not for keeps. He's the kind of person who you would've had a one night stand with because you saw him at the bar and he was so hot and you were so interested in him but never got to know more of his personality because both of you were drunk and he let you in his apartment and you both fuck each other to sleep and you would leave his bed to go home leaving a message on his phone saying, "good sex. let's never talk again.”.

That was deep, and extremely specific, I know, but you get the point"

Plus, like all other men who treat me for granted, he treats me differently. AKA, he talks and goes to me she every there's an event. We would always, if not always, sometimes be together in a subject of a school. I like that about this relationship.

But this time, I'm not fooling anyone. This time, I'm keeping it professional. Every message between us in the internet is all proper English grammar and punctuation and short talks with no feelings involved, not like the past boy who was close with the other boy who was obviously too young to be in love and too young to think that cute basketball player close friend that boy had actually likes him just because he treats the boy differently.

You know who I'm fucking talking about.

05/28/17//