Why do I do this to myself?

Hey bloggers and readers, sorry I haven't been writing very much lately but I have been busy with work and moving into my new apartment. I must tell you my place looks amazing. I have spent the past two days painting and decorating that place. Its kind of sad to know that I am no longer living with my dad. Scary more like. I am now sitting in my old room and it has never looked so empty in the past 6 years. Yes, I have lived here for 6 years. Probably the longest place I have lived my entire life. Wait actually 5 years because I lived in Seattle for  year then came back. I don't know what to do. I'm sitting here in this empty room thinking about all the memories I have had in this bed and on this floor. LOL! Some pretty fucking crazy times if you ask me. 
 Now let me catch you up on what I did last week. I am a huge slut as we all already know but literally when I say slut I mean SLUT. Last weekend I went down town with three of my girlfriends and we went clubbing. Danced like strippers and drank like trailer trash people. I met the sexiest Australian ever! If I could describe to you how sexy he was I would. Well, I guess I'll try. Okay, so he had dirty blonde hair that was about 3 inches long. Bright baby blue eyes. With of course pearly white teeth. His body looked like he walked out of a men's health magazine. It wasn't that scary crazy muscle man kind of body but it was the perfect kind of muscles. Which is my favourite because when guys get too muscly I hate it! I actually think its kind of gross. Anyway's we danced and chatted for a bit. He bought me a drink even though I spilt his drink on him. After that we started hard core making out on the dance floor. I could feel my panties getting wet from the kiss. It was one of those 'lets fuck' kisses. He grabbed my lower back then pushed his hands down the back of my shorts where I could feel his hand pressed against my naked but cheek. I was weak and wanted him more then I have ever craved anyone. He told me he was leaving the next day to England, so I mean common I had to sleep with him. He was leaving!! I couldn't play the I wont sleep with you till third date game. 
 I went to Ben's hostel, Ben is the Australian, which I have never been to a hostel before. Its kinda weird but cool. I always thought people get killed in hostels because of the movie Hostel. When I saw that movie my dad convinced me that stuff like that actually happens. Scared the shit out of me until I found out it only happens in Europe but still. I am never going into a hostel outside of Canada. Once we got to the hostel it was cool but grungy. The street it was on was disgusting. There was a hobo just chilling outside the hostel with his box. I thought to myself 'great Dylan what did you get yourself into now' but I didn't really care because I was so horny and he was so hott that it all made up for it. Once we got to his room we had crazy sex. I made him choke me and put me in so many positions that I had an orgasm at least 3 times. The when we were done my boy toy Sean called me. I have been hooking up with him on and off for the past couple of years. I forgot it was his birthday so I wished him happy birthday and he asked me to come over. I couldn't resist because I didn't want to get attached to this amazingly hot Aussie. I thought that if I stayed longer I wouldn't want to leave. 
 When I got to Sean's he asked me about my night. I said exactly this word for word. "I went down town, danced like a stripper, met some foreign, went to a hostel, fucked 2 times and then you called." He laughed at me like I was joking. So I went along. Haha. Of course since it was his birthday I fucked him. Yes, I used condoms with both of them. I'm surprised my pussy isn't huge from fucking so much. Its still tight. Soon though I can see a guy never being able to pleasure him self with my gapping hole. Since I am so willingly to open it up for anything that walks by. I honestly feel like a dude sometimes. I give myself pride for sleeping with all these sexy ass men. I am a really sexual person. I also love sucking dick. I am a master at it. It gets me going knowing the guy I am sucking is loving it more then I would love him sucking my pussy. I have never given head and them not finishing on my face or on my body or in my mouth. Thats how good I am. Every guy I have sucked off has finished. I sound like a raging slut yeah what ever. I already know. So don't bother leaving comments saying "your such a fucking slut you probably have an STD" Yeah bitch I get it. I do go to the doctor to get checking. I am surprised I don't have anything because if I was someone who prided themselves in not having sex with anyone. I would think that I had every disease known to man kind. 
 I fucked two guys in one night. That was the first time every surprisingly. Now that I have my own place I wonder what guys are going to be coming in and out of it. I hope my roommate doesn't kill me. She's my best friend and also a huge slut. So Im not to worried about it. Although she has been seeing this guy. Which is amazing for her, I am so happy that she's happy. Its just weird to see. I couldn't see or date anyone if I even tried. It's not that I don't want to see or date anyone. Its just that I cant. I actually cant sit around with just one guy. I always think when a guy is trying to be nice or says the things I want to hear that its just all bullshit. I cant believe or trust anyone. Not after what Jesse put me through. I am now ruined for relationships for life. I wont be able to trust or love anyone! No guy would even want to be with me because I'm such a big slut anyways. I am probably going to be alone for the rest of my life. I really hope I'm not but God is watching me and he is probably so disappointed in me. God doesn't want anyone to be with me anyways.
 I believe in God because my mother brought me up that way. I am christine I just don't go by the rules. When have I ever even gone by the rules. 


xoxo
Dylan (your crazy slut)

Just another typical night

So I must say that I am probably the biggest whore anyone could meet. I don't think I should be proud of what I do but I feel like I have accomplished something for once in my life. I have been obsessing over this guy at my work. He's a cook and only 2 years older then I. We have been flirting and giving eye contact for the past 2 months at work. Finally when we were closing the restaurant on a saturday night. The guys at my work asked me what I was doing that night. I told them I had plans with my girlfriend and two guys friends (which one of those guys I was hooking up with) to go to Seymour's. One of the cook's at my work thought it was a good idea and told me to text him how it is.
Once I pre drank at the park with my friends (I know, I felt like I was in grade 8 again). We all headed to Seymour's it was around 11:30pm once we got there. I spent $100 on jagar bombs. Which lead to me out side on the patio wasted dancing on chairs and knocking over glasses. I ran into my best friends ex boyfriend and started to flirt. I couldn't help myself. He just looked so good. He was also making the move first. When I turned my head I saw this guy I used to see. So, the slutty thing I did was grabbed my best friends ex boyfriend and started to make out with him while sitting on his lap. I could feel the guy I used to see stare and I got a little excited. I like when guys get jealous or mad or feel threatened by another guy. It makes me wet (I don't fucking care if this is to much information). I then got up and saw the guy I have been obsessing over at work, James. He was siting with some of the people we work with. I looked at him and he looked at me. He gave me a sexy smile and I knew exactly what it meant. I walked over and said hey. I sat down at the table with everyone and probably made a fool out of myself by slurring every couple of words as I talked. James would lean in and brush his hand over my thigh getting close enough to go a bit under my skirt and then full away. He was teasing me!! It made me want to grab him and shove him in a bathroom and let the sexual tension release. Well that wasn't the case. Instead my best friends ex boyfriend then kept trying to be with me the entire night. James saw and then stopped hitting on me. I then put my hand on James's thigh and leaned in to ask him to dance. He seemed surprised by my question but agreed to go inside. We got on the dance floor and of course I was dancing like a whore. I could feel his hard dick up against my ass. James and I both knew we wanted each other. It was an obvious fact. Although I must admit he was a horrible dancer and it was kind of embarrassing. I pretty much had to pull him off the dance floor so he would stop. We ended up making out and he wanted to take me home. At first I said no because I came with my friends but I ended up getting a ride back to his place.
Once I got there I made myself comfortable by taking my clothes off and just wearing a bra and panties. James roommate also one of the boys that works with us at the restaurant was face planted passed out on the couch. His mouth was wide open and I could see drool dripping from his cheek. It was gross. James and I tried to be quite but we wanted to watch a movie. Then his other roommate walked in and saw me standing with just my underwear on. He started chanting and saying. "Nice bra! wWe don't see many girls here for James." I was shocked by what he said considering I thought James was really hot and that he would be banging a lot of chicks. I didn't care either way. His other roommate who was passed out on the couch woke up and saw me. He was startled. I think it was because he was in his boxers and he looked kind of ridiculous.
 James roommates are have weed plants growing in one of the rooms. So there was a shit load of weed on the coffee table by the couch. James smoked a joint with one of the guys and then we went into his room. He started kissing the back of my neck and that just did it for me. I honestly couldn't resist him. I enjoy sex to much. I do respect myself. I am not one of those lost girls who just want to be a tramp and who have daddy issues who need attention from other guys to make her self feel better. Actually that kind of sounds like me. I do have daddy issues but I don't need guys attention to make me feel better. I just love sex. Yes, I should be ashamed or feel bad about having a one night stand but I don't. It just doesn't phase me. I want to tell you that I have somewhat feelings but after Jesse and I's relationship it has ruined me to ever fall in love again. Its kind of sad, I cant even open up to guys anymore and when I watch movies and a love scene comes on it now grosses me out. I feel like its all bullshit. When they have deep conversations about their stupid emotions it is just fucking GAY.
 James and I ended up having sex. I left in the morning feeling proud that I got what I wanted.


xoxo
Dylan

how it all started (part eleven)

After Sasha and I's rampage in whistler. We ended up drinking at her apartment almost every night. We would invite boys over and listen to loud music. I am surprised her neighbours never came banging on her door asking for us to shut the fuck up.
 After that my life started to turn out normal. If thats what you call not drinking all the time dropping out of school and getting a job. Yes I dropped out of school. I could never do it you know. Its not like I didn't like the teachers or the people in high school. Everyone is just so annoying and immature. I eventually start hating everyone. I don't find one person I even like. The girls I would hang out with would talk about the most stupidest things and acted like such fucking fags. It's so hard to explain. But common now I cant be the only one thinking this. I found everyone at my school losers. They weren't cool they didn't know what the world was like they would complain about who they hooked up with or what fucking shirt they wore to a party or about how some girl gave her a dirty stare. I'm 100% better then all of them and going to school with them just makes me look like one of them. I had to leave. I want to fucking get my own  place and a job and support myself. I want to start living! I want to travel the world and explore. Do the most craziest things anyone has ever done. I don't want a boring normal life like them.
 Although my life sort of became a bit normal. I got myself a job and dropped out of school. I stopped drinking as much and never did drugs. I would spend money lots of money on clothes and shoes and makeup. I was a M.A.C makeup whore. If you saw my bathroom its covered head to toe with shit load of makeup. I have to much shit to be honest to much make up to many shoes and to many clothes. I need to throw it away but honestly some shit is way to expensive for me to throw away and eventually I will wear what ever I throw away because last time I threw out of bunch of clothes I ended up actually wanting to wear them and regretting throwing it out. I don't want to seem like a hoarder or anything. I know I'm not but I kinda sound like one now. I always throw shit out don't get me wrong. But i have come to a point right now in my life were i like all my clothes but i just had so many!
 I am actually starting to move out of my house and into an apartment with Sasha. Yes the part 1 -11 is finally over I have told you most my life story. Its not that interesting but I think its pretty interesting to write a blog about. The place Sasha and I are getting is actually big and there is lots of closet space!!! FUCK YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH
me need! I'm scared we are going to end up having a dirty place, that we are both going to end up being to lazy to clean anything. AHH im so excited. Oh right I forgot to tell you about my 18th birthday. I ended up going bar hoping and some how woke up at a casino. I wish I had more to tell you but I sort of blacked out.
 Next week we are going to paint our apartment! Our landlord thinks we are hot and is pretty much letting us do what ever we want to the place. I am so excited. lkadsjflaksdjfklasdjfkldsajfkladsjflksajdlkfjsadlkfjaslkdfja
Thats me spazing on my keyboard.


xoxo
Dylan

Just me talking.

I'll finish how it all started soon but I just feel like rambling about relationships/love/friendships..
Tell me girls and boys have you ever been torn between someone you love or your best friend? Have you ever gotten mad at your best friend because they ditch you to spend all their time with their boyfriend? when really your just jealous they have someone. I have been in all those positions but I have never chosen a guy over a friend. I have though been ditched for a guy or a guy splitting our friendship apart. To be honest the world is fucked up. It's cruel and it's not fair. I remember when my best friend started hating me because I hooked up with a guy she likes. Even though she was seeing someone and she pacifically told me she didn't like him. I even asked her because I told her I liked him and once I got him she ended up hating me. I don't even think thats fair because once I realized she was mad, I made no contact to him ever again. Yet she still didn't want to talk to me. Maybe I am just a bad friend or she has some issues on her own to deal with. She's a fucking bitch, she always has been. I am sad that we aren't friends anymore but I'm tired of her bullshit. She can just stick a huge pool up her ass and cry about it. Honestly. 
 One time me and my girlfriend we both liked the same guy. I would try to set them up because she was my best friend and I wanted her to be happy. He ended up liking me and I told him no. I said I had no feelings for him even though I did. He ended up going out with my girlfriend. I didn't like hanging out with both of them at the same time because it would irritate me. So I actually barely got to see her. She ended up spending all her time with him and completely ignored me. I try to do something nice and now look at me. I ended up pretty much loosing a fucking friend. FUCK YOU EMOTIONS. 
another time my friend was dating this boy and she introduced us. We ended up becoming friends and we talked a lot. He ended up liking me. So I stopped talking to him. I shouldn't have even talked to him in the first place. He ended up telling my friend that he couldn't date her anymore because he liked me!!!! what a fucking loser. She blamed it all on me for ruining the relationship. Nothing ever turns out right for me. Its like god has it out for me. I am such a bad person I cant have friends or be with anyone. My fucking Facebook isn't even working. I sometimes feel like I should go hide in a hole and let a man find me and rescue me. So then I wont be stealing someone's guy or trying to hook the guy I like up. It would just make a lot of things easier. 
I swear Im going to be alone for the rest of my life. 


xoxo
Dylan

how it all started (part ten)

 Sasha and I became really close. We didn't party much together at first, instead we went shopping most of the time and sat around and watched movies while we drank wine. I think it was just us trying to relax and get over our boyfriends. Jesse never left my mind. Songs would remind me of him. Everything would remind me of him. Same with Sasha, Ben never left her mind. 
 Sasha eventually moved out of her parents place. She was only 18 and already moving out! I was so excited. She's my real friend to move out. I helped her move her stuff in. I pretty much lived with her. I actually stayed with her for 3 months straight. In the time of me living with her we decided to break out of the nest. Instead of moping around about our ex boyfriends we took a road trip to whistler. On the way there we listened to Taylor Swift and Swollen Members. (What a great mix of songs eh?) Once we got there we stayed at our friends Joeys place. There was 4 people living in a 3 bedroom place. It was smaller then Sasha's place and she only had a 1 bed room. We ended up getting 3 large bottles of vodka. (In Canada we call them 2/6's. I think in America you call them gallons? I don't remember.) We also got a 12 pack of beer. Only 4 of us were drinking this. It was going to be one fucked up night. 
 After we all got back to Joeys. We drank more then we should have. Random people came into his apartment. I made out with all of them even a lesbian and a gay guy. I ended up going to bed and the lesbian came into the room. She got on top of me and started making out with me. To be honest I didn't even care. We ended up making out and she started to finger bang me. It kinda hurt because her nails were a bit long but other then that it was all right. When I got up in the morning I smelt this weird oder. I was so hungover I fell onto the ground. As I lift myself up I realize I had no top on. I looked around for my bra and shirt. I found them by the door. While I picked my white tank top up I saw blood. I then panicked and checked my whole body to see if I was bleeding. I wasn't so I checked my underwear to see if I got my period. I didn't... WHAT THE FUCK!! I thought. Where the fuck was this blood coming from? I then found my shorts... They had blood on them also. I tried to remember what that girl and I were doing. She wasn't wearing any pants either... and she was rubbing herself on me as well. OMG SHE HAD HER PERIOD! I remember I was trying to go down on her and she kept saying no because she obviously had her period! I then got out of the room quietly and saw that her and the gay boy matt were up talking. I acted casual because I didn't want to embarrass her. I kinda felt bad. I said hello and tripped over a duffle bag. I think at that point I was still a bit drunk because I started laughing really hard. They joined in as well. We ended up talking the whole morning it was at least 8:00am by this point. I end up forgetting why I got up in the first place then I remember. SHOWER TIME!

 After I took a shower I put on my panties and bra with high socks. I looked like a girl who belonged in a porno magazine. Everyone was going outside to smoke and I really wanted one so I left with just my panties bra and high socks. Sasha was laughing at me and so was joey. I could feel the girl who was a lesbian staring at me. Once we got outside Snow was everywhere and I had to admit I wasn't even cold. I just stood there like it wasn't even a big deal. People walked by and stared. Did I care nope. Oh and guess what out of all the people in whistler that I could run into while in my bra and panties. I ended up running into CHAD. Awesome, now I look like a freak. What ever, I didn't even care. Chad acted like he didn't even notice but I saw him stare. 
After that smoke we got ready and headed for the village. We ended up going to white spot because they were having a good deal for pitchers. We got 6 pitchers and they were each 6$. After white spot we got a bit drunk and ended up at the Hilton hotel bar. I got 5 caesars. I was trashed at this point. Then we got more liquor from the store and went to Joeys to pre-drink. After Joeys we all ended up at Moe Joes. It was a club in the whistler village. Sasha started telling the bartender that it was my birthday. He gave me a free shot. Then Sasha and I went and sat on the bar stools. My cleavage was literally hanging out and so was hers. Sasha and I started to pretend we were lesbians. We made out and then took our tops off. We got at least 5 free shots. Guys started chanting. One guy put his had on me and Sasha started to scream at him to fuck off. We actually tried to pretend we were lesbians but it wasn't working so well. Once we left Moe Joes I blacked out and woke up in the exact same bed I woke up in the morning before. I was so hung over I couldn't even put my clothes on properly. Sasha said it was time we should head home even though it was 7am. We ended up packing our shit and headed home. Sasha had to pull over because I had to vomit. Once I vomited on the side of the highway I could feel my nose burn up. Vodka came out of my nose and mouth.. Gross. The way back home we couldn't stop laughing about the stupid shit we did and how a lesbian girl got her period blood all over my clothes. I had a lot of fun for what I could remember. 

part 11 will be up tomorrow 
xoxo
Dylan

How it all started (part nine)

 Melanie and I started to hang out pretty much every single day. She was shorter than me with short brown hair. She was thin and had olive tone skin. Her eyes were brown and she had baby doll like skin. She looked younger than her age but yet she was gorgeous. Guys adored her. I adored her as well. She knew everything about me. I told her all my secrets and she told me hers. We were partners in crime. Every party we went to people knew we would stir it up and make it more obnoxious. Melanie and I were party animals together. We got invited to all the parties and did crazy things. There was not one night I have had with Melanie that wasn't crazy. Its like we were bad influences on each other because what ever one of us wanted to do the other would agree and amp it more up. I loved being bad and so did she. It felt like the world was in our hands.
 Melanie and I went to our friends birthday party. One of the guys had ecstasy on him and was handing it out to everyone. I have done coke and weed but never ecstasy. I thought why the fuck not. I took one and was waiting for it to hit. It felt like forever. So I took another one. I thought it wasn't going to do anything to me until I felt tingles go through my entire body. The music made me feel like I was making love to it. My eyes started to dance around the room looking at everyone. They all look so beautiful to me. I then started touch my legs and it sent a thrill up my arms. It felt amazing. I couldn't stop moving my  hands. I then wanted to dance. I danced along with the music and it felt like my body was apart of the wind. Everything felt so much better. I was more happy then I have ever been. I completely forgot about Jesse. I was the happiest person alive. Why haven't I done this before? If it makes you feel this good why doesn't everyone do this? This is when I fell in love with ecstasy.
 Melanie and I would do it every weekend. It was our life. We even left Vancouver to go stay in Sechelt for 1 week to party. We paid for a motel and went camping. One of the nights in the motel we took this pressed cap called superman. I had 4 of them and Melanie had 3. Once it hit us we were higher then I have ever been high my entire life. We sat in the motel room looking up at the ceiling seeing pictures of monsters or people. I could feel the rush in my body my eyes got blurry and I layed flat on my stomach paddling like a dog. I thought I was in a river and I had to swim my way to the other side. Melanie joined me. We started laughing and having deep conversations about the world. I couldn't even handle myself. I then got up and started walking to the far wall. I started touching it with my fingers. It felt like velvet yet it was all wood like a cabin. I then tried to get back to the bed but I saw hands coming up to grab me. It wasn't scary though I was enjoying it. I then saw a man floating on a tube. Than I saw a fairy spinning in a tea cup. I sat down on the ground groping the hands that weren't even there. I then got on the bed with Melanie and started telling her I loved her. The ecstasy or whatever was mixed in it made me love everything around me. I started waving my arms in the air and it felt amazing as if I was an angle flying. Melanie told me she loved me as well. We started saying how we were going to get married and share a man to fuck. We ended up making out then stopped because we were to high to even continue. We started talking about things then completely forgot what we were saying to each other. We were so high that we couldn't even remember what we were saying. The music that was playing off the much music channel was tripping me out. I felt like the people who were singing were talking directly to me. I didn't want this feeling to stop. I just wanted to be high all the time with Melanie. We were soul mates. As if the world was only left of her and I. I started seeing faces with big smiles dancing around. I giggled. Melanie was in her own world as well. I didn't know what she was seeing but we were both giggling and talking but yet we couldn't even remember what one another said. We kept saying to each other "what were we just talking about?" "I don't know I cant even remember."
 After that Melanie and I went back to Vancouver and started hanging out with some of our guy friends. We would always go to Dustin's house to get high in his basement with his buddies since his mom never cared that we were over. Everything was better when you were high.
 Near the end of the summer Melanie and I had a bad trip and Melanie almost over dosed. It was probably the scariest moment of my life. She was my soul mate my best friend. If I lost her I would have gone suicidal. That was our breaking point. Thats when it got so out of control our parents got into it and told us we couldn't see each other anymore. We had to sneak around to hang out. It was hard. So our friendship got weaker and weaker.
 A couple months later after being lonely and friendless, Sasha called me. She was crying and upset about her and her boyfriend. They were dating for a year and they got into a fight. I told her to come over and she did. She dumped him and couldn't believe it was happening. This was the start of when Sasha and I started to hang out more. She was a year older then I and already graduated. I was supposed to be in grade 12 but I failed a year so I was stuck behind. She would sometimes pick me up from school or parties once she got off work and we would get stoned almost every night watching retarded movies. We would bond over everything. We had more in common then we expected. I finally felt complete now that I wasn't hanging out with Melanie as much or at all anymore. Sasha filled her spot.

Part 10 will be up later.

How it all started (part eight)

 Jesse and I dated for 8 months. I was a walking zombie. I thought he was better then me because he made it seem that way. He would tell me I was nothing without him. I would call him a fuck up and a low life loser. He would call me a cunt and a slut. I would end up calling him ugly. We would fight all the time over stupid things and over absolutely nothing. He would get jealous and I would get jealous. I would go home crying all the time feeling the bruises on my legs arms and face. I have some battle scars that still wont go away. I was in love with a monster. 
 The only reason Jesse and I split was because my aunt was tired of seeing me hurt all the time. She would end up crying with me and trying to keep me away from him. She would give me activities to do like acting lessons at the Seattle Theatre. I remember getting a emotional part for the play. The girl lost her family and I ended up crying on stage when I really got into the character. People applaud at how real it seemed. When really I just thought of Jesse while I was doing the part and cried over him and not the fact that the girl lost her family. My aunt was finally done with me and knew that I would keep sneaking around to see him. So she sent me back home to Vancouver. 
 Once I got to the train station Jesse was there. He told me to live with him to run away with him. I wanted to so badly but then I saw the cut on his lip that I gave him the other day. Did I really want my life to be all fights. Did I want to live my life like this with a boy who can't even support himself. I gave him a kiss good bye and told him I loved him. I got on the train and Jesse started calling me over and over again. I broke my phone so I wouldn't be tempted to answer it. I cried the whole way back to Vancouver. 
 My dad was waiting at the train station. I was wearing a tank top because it was summer time at this point. I was only in Seattle for a year.  I was now 17 and had already been in an abusive relationship. I had some cuts and bruises on my arms and chest. My dad had no idea about Jesse so I never told him. I just told him I was in a wrestling class to get some anger out. I told my dad about my broken phone. He said it was okay because I wouldn't be able to use that phone anyway since it was an american line. 
 I got home and saw my old bed. I actually missed it. I took a deep breather and finally felt good about everything. I felt free and more me then I ever did that year with Jesse. 
 After a couple weeks of being home I couldn't stop thinking about Jesse I was haunted by him in my dreams and while I was awake. Every time I would turn the corner I thought that I would see him or hear his screaming voice. I was a scared puppy dog. 
 I ended up getting a summer job so I could keep my mind off Jesse. I ended up working at a Clothing store south of Park Royal. My boss was nice and the job was actually kind of slack. There was only 5 of us working in the store. It was small so there was no need for more people. 
 One day I walked out of the store to go to the cafeteria for my lunch break. On the way to the cafeteria I herd someone calling my name. "Dylan!!! Over here!!" I turned my head and looked around I then saw a brunette girl waving her hand at me I squinted and It was Sasha. Sasha and I used to be really close. We met each other through my brother. He was dating one of her friends and Sasha and I ended up being really close with each other. I haven't seen her for almost 2 or 3 years. I walked towards her stand and saw that she was selling jewellery. 
 Sasha looked at my name tag and said. "So you work here now? Where? How have you been? I haven't seen you in ages!" Sasha kinda talks really fast and says a lot at once. It reminded me of our old times. I answered her questions and told her that I was living in Seattle for a while. We ended up catching up for the whole lunch break that I had and exchanged numbers. I was in need of a friend. I didn't really have any. 
 Once I got home I got a phone call on my cell phone. I answered and it was Melanie. She was an old friend of mine too. We used to party a lot together. She said she herd that I was back and was wondering if I wanted to go to a party with her. I told her I would love to because I really needed to get my mind off Jesse. 


Part 9 will be up later. 


xox
Dylan