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diary of a guilty sadist
Current mood:
hungover
01hi, please don't call me by my name. i'd much rather prefer mars or marcy. for some context, i'm not good at keeping friends. aside from my coworkers, i have two friends. maybe one? one and a half? we'll get to that story later. i live in a small, sh*thole of a town, with small sh*thole people who will not amount to anything. i thought i'd indulge in writing some entries, before The Great Escape. i think the emphasis on it is well deserved. it might be in two days, two weeks, or two months. but it's gonna happen. i will be living proof that you don't have to settle and that maybe things do get better.ok, so that is my plan A. escaping my sh*thole town.if not, there's plan B. you & i both know what plan B is. so you may be thinking, "mars, if you wanna leave so bad, then idk maybe just wait another year till you turn 18, and leave." but there's the catch. i have one-hundered-and-ninety-something days till i give up. this isn't a call for help, or me getting attention, it's just a genuine fact about me. i am counting my days. i've been doing it for about a year and a half. and i'm ready. anyways, before things get too mushy, there's some people you need to meet:(names are changed for privacy purposes)*grayson - my ex. sorta? boyfriend? but not official boyfriend. but we're trying things again? yeah, you get the gist.*veronica / v - my best friend. we've been on the rocks lately, but i'm trying my best.*caleb - my ex-best friend of 5 years. he'll come up every so often.*marc - my neighbor. my friend? context on that later.i don't know if this'll reach anybody. maybe it will, maybe it won't. but that's okay. this is for me. this is proof that i tried :Pthanks.- mars
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diary entry , guilty , new friends
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