"Come dance with me."
"No."
"Why not?"
"I don't know."
"Shut up. You need this."
I actually for once didn't want to. I was hating being at that stupid party but Max now owes me her life for suffering through that. But once I got dancing it wasn't so bad, how well Del knows me. We talked the whole time we danced because that's just how we are. He told me I need to let go because I look too up tight. I laughed because he had no idea what was running through my head.
My feet are killing me. I hate when I skin the top of my feet. Ugh. So painfully. I guess it's what I get for epically failing at life.
I feel bad for how much I have used to, and still do, sneak out. I mean it is not that I enjoy doing it sometimes my mom just leaves me with no other opinion. At least now I'm not walking half way across town. Del and I hung out Friday because he was bored and I was pissed at my mom. He still a super spazz when it comes to me sneaking out, which I still find hilarious. We drove around and went swimming. I forgot how much I missed doing that.
"Text me when you get in. And no arguing about it."
"Haha. Okay fine."
What house doesn't have Band-aids!? Like seriously got home Friday night...well Saturday morning and not a single Band-aid in the house. I was pissed. I had to make fake band-aids so I wouldn't bleed all over my bed sheets. It was kind of funny.
Senior year is really starting to bore me. Friday night...Saturday morning reminded me how much fun I used to have. I need to be more adventurous. Not saying I'm trying to top some of the crazy shit that I've done...well last night I managed to do that. But I just want to have more fun. I wanna go out more, I wanna forget who I am, I just wanna get away.
Hallelujah! Max turns 18 next week! Life is going to be soooo much easier. Since I suffered that horrible dance party with her, she already decided what gift she is getting me next week. And I shouldn't be as excited as I mean but of course I can't wait. Lord it will help this stress.
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you would be surprised at what your Mom knows
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