Memoir:

Too tired for self quizes. Sry.

I just wrote a memoir in english and it's pretty gay. I'll post it I guess, it's 780 words long. No one read it if you don't wanna be bored to death.

My name is Tabitha Rose McClellan and 2 years ago, one year ago, even 7 months ago, I never would have guessed that I’d be who I am today. People change so much when they don’t know who they really are. When they want to be someone else, they’ll do whatever they c an to be like their peers that have been set upon a pedistol of glory. When they feel like a certain life would be more important or fun to live they’ll try and get to that point. For better or for worse. That’s what has happened to me in my last year of my life. I’ve been to my breaking point and back, all with so much knowledge to have for the fututre. This is my story.
May 4th was the day that Chance Keith Kammerman and I started dating. He had a past with drugs, but had sworn on his love for me that it wouldn’t be an issue. I believed him and he didn’t taint himself with harmful substances. Months went by and I thought I loved him. We played games and had inside jokes and shared a lot of the same friends. We thought we had it all. In the quick approach of our 11th month of dating, something changed. We were spending more time apart, mainly he had “things” to take care of. Things unknown to me. And then at one point, he had told me that he just “didn’t want to be around me all the time.” Which shocked me that he’d say this to me so bluntly. I’d get phone calls from my friends telling me he was at parties and leaving with all the drug dealers. I kept quiet, knowing that’d I’d catch him and really know the truth. I did. And it wasn’t’ pretty. He cried, a lot. Telling me how sorry he was and I told him that it didn’t matter because he hurt me. Nevertheless, I took him back because I once believed in second chances. This happened 3 maybe 4 times. I can’t remember. Then there was that one day when I had made a decision. I had to move on. So I found him in the hallway with the notorious stoners and I told him that I wasn’t going to be his fallback plan and feed his mental addiction. He laughed and waved me away. I felt good when I threw him against a wall and humiliated him in front of all his hot shot friends.
I had won, I had done it. 12 months off my chest and I finally was okay with leaving him. I was so happy. I went out with my friends, I got into my schoolwork and everything. Then I met Jake. That was when the summer started. I had met him on myspace. (I know, I know, but it was through a friend and I saw him at school so I knew it would be okay.) We talked and he was very charming. I’d go to his house for lunch with Davis and Spencer and Jake would make me mac and cheese. Realistically, I was his girl. Technically, I wasn’t. I wanted his friend, Dan. Jake, Dan, Spencer, Davis and Kory were in a band. A band called Hermione. I had been to their shows and thought they were all fairly attractive. (Davis, more or less.) Jake asked me one day if I’d be his girlfriend and in all honesty, I was there to have fun. I told him no and that’s when I learned that you NEVER tell Jake “no.” He ranted about how he doesn’t like girls because they trick him and tried to make me feel bad for him and I didn’t care because I was not going to get into another relationship. His bandmates by this point liked me because I hungout with them and bought them food. So Jake went on a hissy-fit for about 2 months and I hung out with his friends, not caring about anything. This is where the problems came. I was down to have fun, so i’d hot tub and kind of flirt with them all. I had hookups in Hermione, Chelsea Grin, Kill for the Atlantic and a computer artist. I racked up 7 guys that I’d kissed by the end of the summer. It was hecktic but I’ve learned so much.
School started, everyone stopped talking to eachother and Hermione broke up. I went to lunch with Davis and some kid named Sunshine, who I fell in love with. Taylor “Sunshine” Checketts has been my boyfriend for 6 ½ months now. Without him, I don’t know where I’d be right now.

ROFL Hannah, if you're reading this, Caitlin Pershan(?) and Brandi fucker Gomez are in my english class. haha Brandi makes me wanna shove my fingers down my throat and vomit on her. She kills me inside. Also, Ruthie, birth control excites me too (: EXCEPT for that I take my last pill tomorrow and then period time so we'll see how THAT goes.
Okay, FUCK buying online, Taylors jacket isn't here yet. Even after I sent them an email bitching them out and all they said was "we need to track it." WELL FUCKING DO IT THEN YOU COCK SUCKERS.
30 minutes left.
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I have to take a math test afterschool cause I sluffed it on tuesday.
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I'm just really hungry.
And no, to everyone asking me if i'm okay today, i'm fucking fine. I'm just sick and tired and i'm not mad at you people who think I am cause I haven't said anything today. Shit. I feel stressed out. No one reads these long ass blogs. I'm really just doing this to vent to myself.
I hate when your nose is stuffy and you have to breathe with your mouth open and everyone thinks you have D.S.
No, i'm just fucking sicker than a dog.
I don't get that, are dogs always sick?
I HATE when I pop my joint on like accident and everyone in the class gets reminded of popping joints so EVERYONE does it too the people that pop their necks are fucking gross cause it's loud and jsdfjsdlfjdlfdkf.
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JESUS CHRIST.
Birthday in 5 days :O
That means SUUUUSHIIIIIIII<3