Lovingly re-arrange the thoughts that make you blue
I guess my body couldn’t keep up the immunity.
I am now sick. So, shit’s been alright. Friday I went to Soho. I had the greatest time until we reached the end of the night, but let’s not get into that. I went to Boca, fit for my prom dress, came back home and had an uneventfully interesting night with Irmy, Brice and his annoying girlfriend. I hate her but I love my faggot fucker so, it’s all good. I did well on progress reports and found out that I’m #74 in my class, which makes me part of the top 10%. That really made my day. I really can’t wait until July. I’ve waited so long to actually spend time with Joe and soon enough he’ll be coming down here for a week. I’m so grateful for that. Phone sex is lame not to mention, unnecessary but let’s not get into that either. Liset’s not letting me sleep in on my day off so; I guess that means I’m going to the beach, early at that, which is wonderful. Not. No idea what this weekend brings but something celebratory. I really hate being sick. My throat is absolutely killing me. I’m such a fat-ass; it amazes me. I’m too single for my own good. I need something new, something not so fabricated and genuinely rare. I’m frustrated. What’s new?
Wants to cut her hair,
-Beth
I am now sick. So, shit’s been alright. Friday I went to Soho. I had the greatest time until we reached the end of the night, but let’s not get into that. I went to Boca, fit for my prom dress, came back home and had an uneventfully interesting night with Irmy, Brice and his annoying girlfriend. I hate her but I love my faggot fucker so, it’s all good. I did well on progress reports and found out that I’m #74 in my class, which makes me part of the top 10%. That really made my day. I really can’t wait until July. I’ve waited so long to actually spend time with Joe and soon enough he’ll be coming down here for a week. I’m so grateful for that. Phone sex is lame not to mention, unnecessary but let’s not get into that either. Liset’s not letting me sleep in on my day off so; I guess that means I’m going to the beach, early at that, which is wonderful. Not. No idea what this weekend brings but something celebratory. I really hate being sick. My throat is absolutely killing me. I’m such a fat-ass; it amazes me. I’m too single for my own good. I need something new, something not so fabricated and genuinely rare. I’m frustrated. What’s new?
Wants to cut her hair,
-Beth