So I had a fun weekend 'til last night. I spent Thanksgiving with the Hemmingways. We stayed the night. And we were watching movies and playing games and guess what, T was playing Xbox. Wow and his friend that was over was even with us. Way to go T. The next day we watched a few more movies, by the way Sharkboy And Lavagirl, a bust. We saw Michael in his moms car. It has Stich on the back.
Gage::Terry isn't that your friend.
Terry: It is, it's Michael, wait no it's not.
Kerri: Yes it is.
Michael waves a picture at the window.
We ate. Mrs. Hemmingway had a reaction. We went to their house. We did stuff. We and by that I mean Roo talked to Michael. They talk about me on the xbox. This I knew, and I was fine with. Somethinds said I was happy, and others I want to stab the kids in the face. Saturday I babysat and then I got home and Michael calls. He's working on his project so after about two hours of talking about nothing I try to help him. I felt so bad because I couldn't. And I tried to do it myself, what the hell is a BTB solution? He was getting upset and I couldn't help him and then I said air hug, and he says I'd like a real hug I felt so bad. Anyways we go out to eat. I got my movie and a cosmo, never again. Thats another journal altogether.
We get home I call him back, he finished.We chat and heres where it goes down hill. He talks to T while he talks to me T didn't know, I did. T starts putting words in my mouth. Kerri is gonna be mad you didn't call. I never said that! And I let him know I never said that. And he was like really? She did. You know how they talk about me? T tells Michael I don't like boys or girls and the only boys I talk to are T and him. ANd blah blah on girls.
You know whats funny, If thats how my life was I wouldn't have any friends. What about Ana. Kk. Sarah. Christy. Dj. Chris. Vince. You know what ya, I'm weary of guys, after what happened I should be. I had a hard time after that and just because I didn't broadcast what happened to him and Michael doesn't mean talking about me like I'm some hermit who has no life is ok. I'm ready to take my old diary and throw it in his face and say you wanna know why HERE IT IS IN ALL IT'S GLORY IN GREAT DETAIL. As for girls, it more the girls T likes that I hate. And I didn't say that. But you know what the girls he likes act like girls to him. Let him live in his little river in Egypt. Girls that tell a boy that the reason his mother left him is because of him and that she was blah blah about drugs doesn't need me to like her, and the fact that T does proves my point. You know it's funny what people say when they think you're not listening. Way to pop my perfect world bubble, I read my diary last night.