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Tomorrow, Melanie is leaving for Jamaica. Shane is leaving for Florida.. and Whit comes back from D.C on Sunday. Yayay.
I was just on the bus over here and this really hot guy kept looking at me. It made me feel special. Haha.
Yesterday Jonathan was at Myeesha's house with Tyronda. I got there right after he left! I'm so glad. What if I would've came in while he was there. I don't know what I would've done. For one thing, I know we would've kissed, hugged, ect. Because that's always how it is when he comes around. But once he's gone, everything is different. We aren't "a couple". Which is fine with me cause I don't want to have to be around his kids. I'll pass on the children part of the relationship.
I was cleaning my room yesterday and I found an old note from Preston Branch.. It said, "Aneesha + Garrett = Break up. Aneesha + Jay = Fantasy. Aneesha + No One = Reality." Haha, that's so mean.
Oh, I was gonna punch Craig in the face today.. but I didn't want to get in trouble, so I kicked his backpack down the row instead. The fucker shouldn't have locked me out of the room.
Bye Loveys!
P.S. Whitney, you bitch. You never call mee..
I was just on the bus over here and this really hot guy kept looking at me. It made me feel special. Haha.
Yesterday Jonathan was at Myeesha's house with Tyronda. I got there right after he left! I'm so glad. What if I would've came in while he was there. I don't know what I would've done. For one thing, I know we would've kissed, hugged, ect. Because that's always how it is when he comes around. But once he's gone, everything is different. We aren't "a couple". Which is fine with me cause I don't want to have to be around his kids. I'll pass on the children part of the relationship.
I was cleaning my room yesterday and I found an old note from Preston Branch.. It said, "Aneesha + Garrett = Break up. Aneesha + Jay = Fantasy. Aneesha + No One = Reality." Haha, that's so mean.
Oh, I was gonna punch Craig in the face today.. but I didn't want to get in trouble, so I kicked his backpack down the row instead. The fucker shouldn't have locked me out of the room.
Bye Loveys!
P.S. Whitney, you bitch. You never call mee..