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This is my last post in this journal, I just wanted everyone to get to see this. It is in my new journal as well......
I believe about two weeks ago was when everything "went down". I remember Casey had a newspaper meeting at 3:00 after school that day. After I left her at 3 I was going to my car to head to work. In the hall my friend Sharon had stayed to clean out her locker with one of her friends and seeing is how we don't really talk anymore I stayed and we talked for a good 15 minutes, then I went to my car. And who was there? Chelsea, smoking a butt on the drivers side of the car. "Can I have a ride to my grandmothers house?" she asked. "I don't know how to get there and I have to be at work in like a half hour." "It isn't far from your work it is near Casey's house." "Do you think I can make it there and back to my work on time?" "Yeah." "Ok then." We ended up hitting the detour in the center of Fitchburg on the way to John Fitch that is currently blocking the quicker way to Hannaford that I normally go. With that it set me back another 5 minutes. So what do people in a car when there is a detour? They talk about pointless shit, and I remember her telling me about this Adam kid who she was "messing around with" and liked and how she thought some kid in auto body was hot. Now from the school it takes about 15 minutes normally without detours to get to work. My gas light comes on and it is evident to me that I will not make it there and back to work on what I have in the tank so I have to get more gas. I didn't have any money so I had to go pick up my check at work to get gas. I hurried into Hannaford and in about 5 minutes I had my money and told Casey's dad that I was giving a friend a ride and I would be back and he said "just don't be late" So it was about 3:45 when I was done getting gas and I knew that I would be late if I drove her all the way to her grandmothers and back to work. So I gave her change to call her grandmother from a pay phone and she did not get a hold of her so we headed back up to Hannaford and I gave her some money to buy butts and she said she could get a ride to her grandmothers somehow. So after she left the car I changed into my work clothes and went to work. The next day someone told me how she ended up getting smashed and having sex with that Adam kid she was talking to me about. The next thing I know Mike Baer is telling me that her and I had sex in my car? And I was also informed that she was on the rag that week...Gross. If I was to cheat on Casey I definitally wouldn't do it while that person was on the fucking rag. Now a peer-mediation meeting tomorrow to top it all off? Sounds like a waste of time to me, but if Chelsea wants to be embarassed even more than she already should be, fine by me. And to all of those who sided with her, the only thing I have to say is that you must really not have any common sense left in you to believe bullshit like that.
Another funny thing I heard was how she was dating a friend of mine she tried the same thing between him and a friend of his because she didn't like them hanging out. Hmmm...sounds like a case of good old jealously to me. Oh and slicing yourself up because are "depressed and want to die" where people can visibly see is definitally not a cry for attention at all. I also remember someone telling me that Casey was a crazy bitch before I started to date her...I have known Casey for 4 years and not once has she seemed crazy to me and she is most definitally not a bitch...Hmmm, seems a little fucked up doesn't it. It does to me. You say your life is fucked up, here is an example of why it is so fucked up. You bring it upon yourself.
On a lighter note I went home sick today, and on the way home the day just got better by my car deciding that the heating hose didn't want to work anymore and leaked out all of the coolant and transmission fluid so I used someones phone a ncalled my dad told me to meet him at boutwells down the road which was closed down might I add. So I started to walk there to meet him. After bout 5 miles of walking my mom came by and picked me up and we drove and met my dad and called a tow truck. After that I went home and slept. I am tired of typing so I am going to get food in my stomach and hopefully go to bed. Chow.
I believe about two weeks ago was when everything "went down". I remember Casey had a newspaper meeting at 3:00 after school that day. After I left her at 3 I was going to my car to head to work. In the hall my friend Sharon had stayed to clean out her locker with one of her friends and seeing is how we don't really talk anymore I stayed and we talked for a good 15 minutes, then I went to my car. And who was there? Chelsea, smoking a butt on the drivers side of the car. "Can I have a ride to my grandmothers house?" she asked. "I don't know how to get there and I have to be at work in like a half hour." "It isn't far from your work it is near Casey's house." "Do you think I can make it there and back to my work on time?" "Yeah." "Ok then." We ended up hitting the detour in the center of Fitchburg on the way to John Fitch that is currently blocking the quicker way to Hannaford that I normally go. With that it set me back another 5 minutes. So what do people in a car when there is a detour? They talk about pointless shit, and I remember her telling me about this Adam kid who she was "messing around with" and liked and how she thought some kid in auto body was hot. Now from the school it takes about 15 minutes normally without detours to get to work. My gas light comes on and it is evident to me that I will not make it there and back to work on what I have in the tank so I have to get more gas. I didn't have any money so I had to go pick up my check at work to get gas. I hurried into Hannaford and in about 5 minutes I had my money and told Casey's dad that I was giving a friend a ride and I would be back and he said "just don't be late" So it was about 3:45 when I was done getting gas and I knew that I would be late if I drove her all the way to her grandmothers and back to work. So I gave her change to call her grandmother from a pay phone and she did not get a hold of her so we headed back up to Hannaford and I gave her some money to buy butts and she said she could get a ride to her grandmothers somehow. So after she left the car I changed into my work clothes and went to work. The next day someone told me how she ended up getting smashed and having sex with that Adam kid she was talking to me about. The next thing I know Mike Baer is telling me that her and I had sex in my car? And I was also informed that she was on the rag that week...Gross. If I was to cheat on Casey I definitally wouldn't do it while that person was on the fucking rag. Now a peer-mediation meeting tomorrow to top it all off? Sounds like a waste of time to me, but if Chelsea wants to be embarassed even more than she already should be, fine by me. And to all of those who sided with her, the only thing I have to say is that you must really not have any common sense left in you to believe bullshit like that.
Another funny thing I heard was how she was dating a friend of mine she tried the same thing between him and a friend of his because she didn't like them hanging out. Hmmm...sounds like a case of good old jealously to me. Oh and slicing yourself up because are "depressed and want to die" where people can visibly see is definitally not a cry for attention at all. I also remember someone telling me that Casey was a crazy bitch before I started to date her...I have known Casey for 4 years and not once has she seemed crazy to me and she is most definitally not a bitch...Hmmm, seems a little fucked up doesn't it. It does to me. You say your life is fucked up, here is an example of why it is so fucked up. You bring it upon yourself.
On a lighter note I went home sick today, and on the way home the day just got better by my car deciding that the heating hose didn't want to work anymore and leaked out all of the coolant and transmission fluid so I used someones phone a ncalled my dad told me to meet him at boutwells down the road which was closed down might I add. So I started to walk there to meet him. After bout 5 miles of walking my mom came by and picked me up and we drove and met my dad and called a tow truck. After that I went home and slept. I am tired of typing so I am going to get food in my stomach and hopefully go to bed. Chow.