It’s august 15, 2011. Summer this year was the ONE. I grew up guys. Went in a Lil bitch, came out with the mentality of 1,000 old women. I’m happy that things happened the way they did, but I still wish I could click on “edit” towards a few aspects of my life. Daniel and I are FINALLY DEAD. I tried to keep things cordial, but shit happens. *shrugs* oh well. Anyway, Ive been on my shit lately. School, work and getting the fuck out of here are my main focuses. I loved the single life, but it does get lonely. I’ve had my fair share of guys this summer, but it only aided me in drawing one conclusion: love/relationships don’t exist anymore. If you aren’t lucky enough to already have it, searching now is suicide. Im just constantly dissapointed, so now I’ve shifted my focus elsewhere. I don’t give a fuck about being caught up in a relationship anymore. Im good dolo and doing what’s best for me. I’m only 18 and I have so much life ahead. They’ll be plenty of time to be with someone later on when I’m ready… Sucks to say in growing up, I lost a few friends along the way. Especially my ties with the Jerome’s. Shit got too real and we’re all doing better without being in eachothers lives. Sad, but true. I mean I only see it this way, whoever’s meant to stick around will be here forever no matter the situation. Life sucks, but it does go on. Play the hand you’re dealt. Making the best of stupid situations is what brought me happiness. I’m good. I’m chillen. My life continues forward. I thank god for each breath I take and the successes he brings me. I’m finally getting close to where I’m meant to be at. Lets see what happens next. Peace .