Ah, Ever since my last relationship, I've decided to not go out with ANYONE ever again, until i'm in Highschool, which is only about a school year away. This statement ofc has very few exceptions for certain people. There's one girl who's kinda doing the same thing as me (with the non-dating statement), and is most definitely one of the prettiest girls in school. She has very pretty brownish short "pixie" hair, and recently got some cool glasses to go along with her beautiful face that has cute and faint freckles and can project a beautiful smile. I can imagine inviting her over my house to watch a movie like "spirited away", relaxing on our couch and having calm fun together by a christmas tree. Maybe she'd be leaning on me or somethin' or we could even... *ahem* cuddle by one end of the couch or something like that. Now, of course, even though it does seem as she likes me, I highly doubt she does. She's not exactly "out of my league", and we do seem to have fun together most of the time. But i feel like i'm not her type. I dunno. Girls are confusing.

Everything's Alright. To be straight to the point, I broke up with this one girl the other day. She didn't seem too happy about it, not at all, no. But i felt that if i was single, i wouldn't have as much pressure on me as a 14 year-old 8th grass human. I had freedom to flirt, and the ability to get away from the "SO"'s annoying habits, and much more benefits came along with those two. I felt relieved, as if i was set free from something. I just felt... better. And i guess that's the only way to desribe my feelings, after just finishing up a bad situation. Anyway, i started to feel a little worse later in the day, so i picked up my phone and texted her the benefits of being single, and why i broke up with her. One thing i specifically remember saying is these exact words: "also, please, please, please don't be the type of person that talks bad about the other after a breakup. I don't like when people who do that. people who do that should be shunned." the conversation eventually ended after that, so i felt even more relieved. i'm thinking that everything's solved. done. Next day, i'm chatting with my best-friend-sister, who tells me that the girl i've dumped is telling people that i said that i would kill her if she said anything bad about me. Then there's also the other lies she's told to our friends WHILE we were dating, about like, sexual pressure and molestation and stuff. So i basically just realised, this girl is a huge liar that cannot be trusted. She has some of my closest friends looking at me like i'm some kinda evil rapist-murderer guy, when really i'm just a victim of rumors. A victim of middle-school Propaganda. most of my friends are girls too, so they think that i'll try to "take advantage" of one of them, which isn't the case at all. Thankfully, i discreetly solved the problem, and now people know that i'm not that bad. I do indeed notice my friends' changes in moods around me, which are nicer, now that they know the truth. Makes me happy. However, this girl is obviously someone i can't trust. She's said that other people have done stuff to her too, but now i very highly doubt that those are true. This girl is a liar. A pathological liar. She lies for attention. All my respect is lost for her. This girl is the only person i dislike in school. I'm starting to dislike dating too now. After all, i'm just 14. Although, of course i'm not gonna stick with that statement for long.

i felt better i stay in my room too much. i'm always to myself for some reason. i don't like the idea of friends coming over since my house would bore them, 'cause all my forms of entertainment seem to be for one person only. and i don't have much friends on my contact list to call and hang out with, which i'll change soon. the only time i ever get out of the house is if someone invites me to go see a movie, or to a party, or if my gf wants to hang out. on friday, the beginning of a three day weekend just started. throughout the whole weekend, i mostly just sat in front of my tv and played GTA V, even though i've already beaten it. but on friday, i just played video games for hours on end and my grandparents were going out to eat for 4 hours. that's okay with me, they don't usually leave me alone, but i'm used to being left alone from when i used to live with my mom and she always had to work. anyway, it took me 2 and a half hours before i realized i was holed up in my room for no reason. so i decided to walk into the living room and actually watch tv or something. i got myself a can of sardines and some salt and a fork, and i just sat on the couch and watched tv just to make myself feel better. but, like, 10 minutes before my grandparents returned, i ended up not really paying attention, 'cause i found myself thinking too much about the new girl at school. i sat there and spaced out until my grandparents came home. the dogs started barking to greet them, and i snapped out of whatever state i was in. to be honest, just relaxing and thinking thoughts made me feel better.

Lone Wolf Radio [based on Fallout NV] just walking along the roads of the wastelands, when you see an old trailer, with no proper door, just an opening, and a bunch of broken windows cover the trailer. you arm your 9mm submachine gun and decide to walk in, nothing special, just a bunch of old ham radios, microphones, record players, normal radios, mini satellites, you know, just random radio stuff. you scavenge around for some things, but you find nothing but a stimpak, and a bottle of purified water. it's hard to find purified water these days, considering the fact that it's somewhere in the 2200s and the world is pretty much nothing but a rotting dustball, layered with radiation, ghouls, criminals, poor civilization, evil tribes, and senseless maniacs. speaking of maniacs, as you turn to leave, a dirty woman with a trench coat and darkly-tinted glasses is behind you, armed with a machete. she's the lone wolf, owner of a formerly big-time radio company that talked about terrible movies and the types of terrible movies you should watch. people have been saying that since the bomb dropped [200+ years ago], she slowly descended into madness. whenever you tune into the lone wolf's old station, all you hear is little kids screaming, and some kinda weird gooey sounds, and slashing, around 110pm through 30am. she ends the horrifying sounds every night with the classic LWR ending: "and thanks for tuning into Lone Wolf Radio! remember, i may say i'm alone all the time, but you should that you're never alone when listening to us!" anyway, back to the story. in a reflex you kick her in the shin, but you didn't notice the bag on her back until AFTER she fell down. as she lands, on her back, you hear a squishy sound and the sound of what seems like a little boy screaming. you turn her over and look inside the bag, while restraining her from moving and tying her hands behind her back with some string you found from new vegas. as you open the bag, you hear a deafening sound of kids, screaming, and you see children's body parts along with various guts, and blood. you shut the bag, and the screams stop. she gets up, with her mouth practically drowning herself in blood, leaking everywhere. she throws her machete at you as you try to run away, and you shoot her in the neck. even though she's been living for over 200 years, you notice that she doesn't look old or wrinkly, but her head falls cleanly off as if it's been cut off instead of shot off. you walk away and out of the trailer, you go back home. you're used to killing people, especially humans, so you're completely okay with the fact that she's dead. however, after a couple minutes of you pointlessly sniping civilians off the streets of new vegas from your window, you turn your radio on, instead of the mojave radio network, it's lone wolf radio. you hear nothing but the screams of kids again, but it's not even between 110pm or 30am. blood leaks from newly-appearing cracks in the ceiling, and you notice pieces of furniture in your house starting to crumble down, and you can't leave because crusted dried blood has sealed the door. you start to see children climb in through the windows, and they eventually disappear, along with all the blood. your furniture is back to normal, but when you go back into your bedroom on the second floor, Lone wolf is sitting on the bed, gesturing for you to come sit next to her. "never alone."

Mace summer day, bored out of my mind, i decide to go to my friends house. i didn't like the kid, but there was nothing else better to do, so i just pretended to be his friend. i took stuff, ate his food, etc. i start visiting his house everyday for about a week until one day, i go upstairs into his mom's room and i find a vibrator. he doesn't know what it is though, so i just put it back, who knows where it's been. next day, find mace in his kitchen, use it on him to check if it works, it does. then i go upstairs to his mom's room to spray mace on every angle of the vibrator. next night, go outside at 110pm to walk the dog cause i'm bored. i walk past the guy's house to hear a bunch of screams from his mom's bedroom, see an ambulance coming from down the street, her son starts screaming, apparently at the sight of what's goin' on with the vibrator and the mace and the vag. i smile and continue walkin', his neighbors are all looking outside their windows to see what's goin' on. i just ignore it.