HI!  Alright so this, my friends, is a collab with my BESTIE Sarah- Sreed09
If you don't know who she is then you should remedy that right now b/c her writing is phenomenal and her stories give me all the feels <3

OK so quick note - Italics = Mitch's journal entries.  The rest you should be able to figure out... hopefully.  :) If you get lost... i'll try to help you find your way :)

Mitch = ME 
Scott = Sarah <3  

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8/29/15

I've only been here a week but I'm already 100% sure that this college thing is going to be the end of me. Between hot boys running around like children, ɑsshole professors, noisy roommates, and the promise of more homework than I can humanly handle I'm already ready to give up. How are people meant to survive this? I hate it. I hate it and this stupid job!  It's SO.BORING!

Also ... college kids are idiots. I swear most of them skipped the reading portions of elementary school and instead majored in laziness with a minor in stupidity. I'm over it. I swear the human race is doomed if this is its future. Today a PARENT came in to pick up their kid's books. A grown ɑss man brought his mommy to help him find his school books. Seriously? Does she need to tie your shoes for you too? 

Ok, Mitch. Maybe you're just overreacting and stress is already frying your brain.

Somehow I doubt it. 

At least I get as much free coffee as I want. That's a plus. Maybe the only plus.

Fück me I want this over with.

This entry was a pointless rant. Just remember you aren't allowed to delete it tomorrow.

~Me

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8/31/15

I made my first new friend. She's really sweet and funny and while she's annoyingly happy and optimistic, I think I need that to balance my inner bitch. Whatever. Somehow we work. We only share one class but I have a feeling that I'm going to be running to her for help at a later date so its a bit of an insurance policy on my part, y'know? I guess that's a little shitty, but I enjoy her company so that counts.

In other news, noisy roommates creepy friend is gay and has decided that I'm his new conquest. Get a clue, ɑsshole. Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I'm desperate. Alright, I'm pretty desperate but not THAT desperate. Seriously. If he comes up behind me one more time to mouth breath in my general vicinity I'm going to go all Jackie Chan on his greasy ɑss. Ugh, what if he goes through my stuff when I'm not there.

Now that I've sufficiently given myself the worst nightmares ever, I think I'll call it a night.

~Me

PS FÜCK FLAPPY BIRD

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9/7/15

THE MAN OF MY DREAMS DOES EXIST!

And I don't mean Colton Haynes. This guy is honestly poster worthy. I want one. A poster and one of that guy. I know that makes no sense, but my brain isn't fully functional. I've been daydreaming all day. He's so beautiful and, of course,  I looked like the world's biggest loser. 

Alright back up let me start from the beginning. 

So I drag my ɑss out of bed at the most ungodly of hours and for once I'm a little early for my shift. Call it a miracle. It's a two cup of coffee jump start kinda day but whatta ya know, the first customer of the day is the clumsiest female on the planet. Between her jumpiness and general lack of attention, coffee #2 ended up all over me and my shirt. I don't care that she apologized a hundred times, at least she bought me a shirt from the store and those bitches aren't cheap.  Alright, now I feel moderately guilty...

Whatever.  It's done and I'm over it. 

So there I am wearing a wrinkled college shirt that's way too big and I smell like I bathed in coffee. Then he walks in. Well... I guess they walked in... they being the man of my dreams and his gorgeous boyfriend. Well, I don't KNOW that it's his boyfriend, but if he isn't I'm not sure why not. They're both inhumanly GORGEOUS. 

The sad thing is I don't even care that he has this modelesque arm candy boyfriend. I'm still in LOVE!!!

I very nearly drooled in the literal sense because he was just that yummy looking. Blonde hair, light eyes... the perfect height to rest your cheek on his chest.. his jawline deserves a damn award. To top it all off all of that perfection was wrapped in a black skinny jeans, Beyoncé flannel package and mommy was ready to drop to her knees and worship that shrine.

And he was literally the nicest person. I swear he isn't human, and Abercrombie model boyfriend is one lucky bastard. Where's a genie in a bottle when you need one, Christina Aguilera?

So he comes over to me to pay for his two large coffees and 2 muffins (such a considerate, sweet boyfriend. I want one!!!) ... and he says... "good morning." Do you remember what you said? I know you're trying to block this particular moment of embarrassment, but in the spirit of personal betterment I think we should learn from our mistakes.

He says 'good morning' and I said... "uh huh" like a fücking teenager. You could practically HEAR me swooning. What is WRONG with me.

He just gave me the most adorably amused smile I've ever seen and handed over his cash. Thank God I could still somehow count and didn't short him any change.

When he said 'thank you' my automatic corporate programmed response was 'have a nice day."

Do you remember what he said?! I know you do because you'll never forget that gorgeous face and that little smirk when he said it. 

"I really think I will."

Then I was staring at the word 'Flawless' printed on the back of his flannel as he and his man-accessory headed out the door.

Why can't I have things like that?

Fück me.

Wishes.

Who needs to do Calc homework, I have dreams to attend.

~Me

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9/17/15

Alright, that's it you're officially obsessed. So I may or may not be dreaming/daydreaming/fantasizing about 'that guy'. That's just what I've been calling him in my head. He came in on Friday by himself and this time I got a glimpse of those muscled arms. Bitch, don't come at me for being a little sexually frustrated. It's not exactly easy to take care of business when you're constantly surrounded by people no matter where you are.

So back to my dream man.

Who knew a snapback and a floral tee could look so damn hot. At least I looked halfway decent this time. Still, you'd think I'd be more prepared this time. Nope. 

He made a comment about how good our coffee was (which is bullshít especially when there's an actual coffee shop one floor up that has amazing coffee) and all I could do was smile and nod like a fool.

I'm not sure I even want to know what he thinks of me... Not that I think he thinks of me...I'm not even a blip on Mr. Perfect's radar. 

Nevermind I'm rambling.

OK so TODAY he comes in AGAIN to get a coffee, it's becoming a daily ritual (don't crush my dreams, ok?). I swear his smile can melt ice. AND HIS HANDS ... Today I noticed his fingers and his hands and just the size of them. Girl, imagine those hands on your body....

dead.

He asked me how I was. I practically stuttered out an... "i'm ok.. you?"

Then my life ended when a group of girls came in and decided to be obnoxiously loud. They weren't exactly quiet about their own appreciation for MY dream man. BACK OFF I WILL CUT A BITCH.

I imagine that scene in Mean Girls when Cady imagines what it would be like if they attacked each other like animals do in the jungle. That would be this girl.

So  Mr. Perfect made a swift exit and I was left with the bitchy female squad. Yay me. 

*Sigh* some day i will speak actual words to him. One day I'll find out his name so I'll know what to call him in my dreams.

One day I'll win a Grammy and tour the world, have a platinum album and be wildly successful.

Dreams, right?

Things like that just don't happen to people like me.

~Me

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9/19/15

I AM READY TO MURDER. My roommate is an ɑss and his skeez-a-creep friend Jon is disgusting.

I came back to my room after dinner with my friend Kirstie and that nasty weasel was just lying around in my bed like its a normal thing to do. WHAT THE FÜCK! GET.OUT.

To make matters worse he said he liked my bed because my pillow smelled like me. I swear to God if he comes around again I will have pepper spray ready.

I honestly thought people like him only existed in movies, but hey creepy perverts exist in real life. Who knew.

I swear I'm going to scream if he so much as looks at me again.

God, i can't even look at my bed right now without wanting to vomit.

I need my dream man to come save me .

HA like that would ever happen. Guys like me don't get dream guys like that. If i'm lucky someone decent will get drunk and use me for a night and not be cruel about it. I don't get saviors and sweethearts.

If anyone is going to save me its going to be me.

Good luck with that.

~Me

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9/23/15

Well, I met a cute boy at a party. His name is Brian and he has these really pretty eyes and a beard. It's cute and quirky at the same time. He's no Mr. Perfect (I mean, who could ever really compare) but he's cute.

He asked me out but he was drunk at the time so I'm not sure how well that is gonna go. He tried to get me to go back to his apartment, but while mama is thirsty, something in the back of my mind told me not to. I know, paranoia is a buzzkill.

At least I have Mr. Perfect to occupy my mind and my dreams (at least when I'm not pulling my hair out with homework or hiding from skeezy Jon. (That guy makes me so uncomfortable I practically run for the library when he's around.)

He's always so polite and sweet. He comes in to the bookstore every day for coffee or snacks and even though I know nothing about him and we barely interact (my fault), it's still the best part of my day. 

Really I'm beyond pathetic.

How sad is it I made my school email Flawless00 because he always wears jerseys with 00 on them and of course the Beyoncé flannel that he was wearing when I first laid hungry eyes on him.

I'm a fücking mess. A fücking messssss.

~Me

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Mitch stared at the words he'd typed, He almost wanted to delete them so he wouldn't have to remember his ridiculous obsession with a stranger, but mostly he just hoped that one day he'd look back at them and laugh at just how neurotic he was. Maybe it was childish to keep a journal, but it helped him relax and destress. He didn't have many friends in this new city so he didn't really trust anyone with big secrets, especially ones that made him sound a bit crazy.

In hindsight, making his school email FlawIess00 (the second L is actually a capital i b/c someone had already taken the other one... surprise) might seem a bit excessive, but he was a Beyoncé fan too, and quite the diva himself so it just seemed right. He liked it and refused to be ashamed of it, even if it had been inspired by an unattainable stranger. Whatever.

A yawn signaled that it was time to call it a night. Before shutting down he decided to share his journal document with his college email in case he was signed in to his other account. After pressing the 'done' button he shut everything down and settled in to sleep, hoping he was in for happy dreams of Mr. Perfect.

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I love college.

I have yet to find a downside, I mean, besides the whole going to class and homework thing. But otherwise, it's great. My roommate Alex and I get along really well, which is good because I've heard plenty of stories about terrible roommates and I was mildly concerned I'd be stuck with one. I made quite a few new friends within the first week already, and by that weekend I was already invited to my first college party. I don't remember much, but I'm sure it was fun. The best part is being out from under my parents rule and out of their house. Rules don't apply here, if you have common sense anyway. I don't have to tell anyone where I'm going, I can stay out all night, I can eat whatever and where ever. I'm living the life.

But eventually the all nighters, the drinking, and the procrastinating catch up to you. By the third week I was already falling behind and knew I'd have to step it up before my parents decided to do anything drastic, or before I fell too far behind to even think about catching up and flunk my first semester in college. That would look wonderful. I don't think I'd survive the embarrassment.

So I started off my week by getting up early and studying. I knew I wouldn't make it without my beloved coffee so I made Alex come with me to the college store to get a cup, or maybe 3, with a promise to buy him one too. Waking up at this god-awful hour should be illegal. If there's one thing that makes me grumpy, it's mornings.

I'd only been there once before, and that was with my mom to get my books. I picked them up and just walked around while she paid for them, then found enjoyment in watching her talk the cashier's ear off...who by the way was looking absolutely miserable at having to listen to my mom ramble, but also adorable trying to be polite and push her along so he could get to the next customer. I thought about saving his poor soul and going to retrieve my mom to leave, but the thought of him knowing that was my mom...well that made me change my mind and I quickly exited the building so we wouldn't be associated together. Luckily in my wandering that day I had found that they had coffee and breakfast and probably not nearly as long of a line as the cafeteria would. It's not Starbucks, but at this point I'm desperate and anything helps. Note to self: invest in a coffee maker.

We walked in and the first thing I saw was the same cashier my mom bombarded a couple weeks ago. Now, if I thought he looked miserable with my mom, he looked like a cold, wet kitten kind of miserable today. I didn't get much of a chance to pay attention to detail because Alex dragged me off to get our essentials.

"He's staring."

"Who?" I turned to Alex, fixing my cup of coffee.

"The cashier. He might start drooling soon. I don't know which one of us he's looking at, but, every time I look around he's staring." he replied, taking a sip of his coffee.

I hummed my response and grabbed our things, taking them to the register. We got there, and I think Alex was right. I think the closer we got, the more his jaw dropped. Even though I didn't have coffee in my system yet, I figured I'd be extra nice to him. I mean, besides looking like he just saw Channing Tatum, he seemed like he was having a rough morning. I'm pretty sure the shirt he was wearing was not his, it was so big on him he looked like he was drowning in it, and it was kind of cute.

"Good Morning." I smiled at him.

He mumbled something, I'm not sure exactly what it was, but he looked like a lost puppy after I said it, eyes wide, shaking his head. He fumbled with the buttons on the register for a minute, like he couldn't work his fingers anymore. Finally, he told me to have a nice day after he gave me my change back.

I decided that I would do everything in my power to actually have a conversation with this guy, even if that meant I had to continue getting up at the ass-crack of dawn, drink this coffee, and spend all my money, I was going to do it. I wanted to bring him out of his little shell, maybe make him not so nervous around me. This would be fun.

"I really think I will." I gave my signature smirk and turned away, full on smiling after quickly seeing his reaction. The dimples.

So that's what I did. For the next week or so I woke up early, taking my chances that he would be there every morning...I went one afternoon and he wasn't there, so I assume mornings are what he normally works...this probably makes me a creep...

Every time I tried starting a conversation. One time I even commented on how the coffee was good, which was an absolute lie because anyone with taste buds could tell that it was the worst. But I never got more than a standard cashier 'I have to say this to every customer' line from him. I wasn't sure if he was just nervous or being rude. It seemed like it would be harder than I thought. I could tell, however, that every morning he was putting more and more effort into how he looked. No one looks that nice in the morning, I don't care who you are, it's not humanly possible.

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I woke up and did my new usual routine of going to the store and having a one sided conversation with the guy, who after looking for a name tag since day one, finally decided to wear it today and I found out his name is Mitch. I got back to my room and figured I should start doing some work. I opened my email and noticed it was from someone I didn't know, so I just skipped over it, doing everything else I needed to do before I checked it. I clicked on it and there was a document attached so I checked it out, but as soon as I opened it, I realized it was some kids journal. It obviously wasn't meant to be sent to me, right? No one would be stupid enough to do that. So I closed it and started working on some homework.

Except, it kept bothering me. I couldn't get the itch to read it out of my head, and before I knew it, I had opened it back up again and started reading. I realize that it's real shady to read someone's private stuff, but... I couldn't help it.

Almost as soon as I started reading it, I regretted it. Whoever this was, was a moody, angsty teenager who seemed to hate the world. Everything he said was just so...angry. How can everything possibly be that bad? Oh, he finally made a friend...that's good, though I do feel a bit sorry for her. I started skimming through the rest of the journal, because really, it was getting a little annoying and redundant how much he hated everything, before something caught my eye.

Wait. Wait wait wait. Hold up.

I totally dismissed it when he talked about the man of his dreams or the two guys coming in, but he talked about the flannel one of them was wearing... That's my flannel...I was wearing that the first day I talked to him, and I came in with Alex. And then realization smacked me in the face. You're shitting me. This is Mitch's journal? This is a prank. Someone found out I thought he was cute and did this. There's no way. What are the freaking odds that this ends up in my hands...the guy I've been trying to win over's journal is right in front of me...and I'm reading it. Shit.

I had a quick mental debate in my head about whether to keep going or not.. which I obviously decided to keep reading. It was pretty clear that he was nervous in front of me so I assumed he kind of had a thing for me. But this? He's said nothing but nice things. Mr. Cynical. In all of his angry writing, the only pleasant things he ever says are about me. I'm not one to turn into a giddy little girl, but this made me one. Mitch really does have a thing for me, big time... he called me the man of his dreams... and that got my stomach in knots and my heart pounding.

But then a thought occurred to me. I'm willing to bet he doesn't know it was sent to me, again, why would anyone be that stupid. So... maybe this could work out in my favor. If I just left a few comments on it...

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8/29/15

I've only been here a week but I'm already 100% sure that this college thing is going to be the end of me. Between hot boys running around like children, ɑsshole professors, noisy roommates, and the promise of more homework than I can humanly handle I'm already ready to give up. How are people meant to survive this? I hate it. I hate it and this stupid job! It's SO.BORING!  It can't be that bad. It's only been a week, give it a chance. Hot boys are good right? Maybe the hot boys will come into your job and make it not so boring.

Also ... college kids are idiots. I swear most of them skipped the reading portions of elementary school and instead majored in laziness with a minor in stupidity. I'm over it. I swear the human race is doomed if this is its future. Today a PARENT came in to pick up their kid's books. A grown ɑss man brought his mommy to help him find his school books. Seriously? Does she need to tie your shoes for you too?  Okay, but what if your mom is paying for your books? I'm a broke college kid, momma came to save the day for me and I can tie my own shoes thankyouverymuch. Also I should apologize because I think she talked your ear off.

Ok, Mitch. Maybe you're just overreacting and stress is already frying your brain.  Just a little. Lighten up and have fun, IT'S COLLEGE.

Somehow I doubt it.

At least I get as much free coffee as I want. That's a plus. Maybe the only plus.  Coffee is liquid gold, that's a major plus.

Fück me I want this over with.

This entry was a pointless rant. Just remember you aren't allowed to delete it tomorrow.

~Me

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8/31/15

I made my first new friend. She's really sweet and funny and while she's annoyingly happy and optimistic, I think I need that to balance my inner bitch. Whatever. Somehow we work. We only share one class but I have a feeling that I'm going to be running to her for help at a later date so its a bit of an insurance policy on my part, y'know? I guess that's a little shitty, but I enjoy her company so that counts.  Glad you made a college friend who you don't think is an idiot. Friends are good, you should make some more.

In other news, noisy roommates creepy friend is gay and has decided that I'm his new conquest. Get a clue, ɑsshole. Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I'm desperate. Alright, I'm pretty desperate but not THAT desperate. Seriously. If he comes up behind me one more time to mouth breath in my general vicinity I'm going to go all Jackie Chan on his greasy ɑss. Ugh, what if he goes through my stuff when I'm not there.  How many showers did you take after that? That sounds disgusting.

Now that I've sufficiently given myself the worst nightmares ever, I think I'll call it a night.

~Me

PS FÜCK FLAPPY BIRD  My record is a solid 2. So, yes, FÜCK FLAPPY BIRD

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9/7/15

THE MAN OF MY DREAMS DOES EXIST! Where do I find mine?

And I don't mean Colton Haynes. This guy is honestly poster worthy. I want one. A poster and one of that guy. I know that makes no sense, but my brain isn't fully functional. I've been daydreaming all day. He's so beautiful and, of course, I looked like the world's biggest loser.  I'd like a poster of Colton Haynes, and him.

Alright back up let me start from the beginning.  Let me get my coffee for this story.

So I drag my ɑss out of bed at the most ungodly of hours and for once I'm a little early for my shift. Call it a miracle. It's a two cup of coffee jump start kinda day but whatta ya know, the first customer of the day is the clumsiest female on the planet. Between her jumpiness and general lack of attention, coffee #2 ended up all over me and my shirt. I don't care that she apologized a hundred times, at least she bought me a shirt from the store and those bitches aren't cheap. Alright, now I feel moderately guilty...

Whatever. It's done and I'm over it.

So there I am wearing a wrinkled college shirt that's way too big and I smell like I bathed in coffee. Then he walks in. Well... I guess they walked in... they being the man of my dreams and his gorgeous boyfriend. Well, I don't KNOW that it's his boyfriend, but if he isn't I'm not sure why not. They're both inhumanly GORGEOUS.  So there's two of them? You take one and I take the other, deal?

The sad thing is I don't even care that he has this modelesque arm candy boyfriend. I'm still in LOVE!!!

I very nearly drooled in the literal sense because he was just that yummy looking. Blonde hair, light eyes... the perfect height to rest your cheek on his chest.. his jawline deserves a damn award. To top it all off all of that perfection was wrapped in a black skinny jeans, Beyoncé flannel package and mommy was ready to drop to her knees and worship that shrine.  That's a shame, I have a thing for dark haired brunettes, but the guy must have good taste if he's wearing a Queen Bey flannel. Also, I hope you get a chance to worship that shrine. I'm sure daddy wouldn't mind.

And he was literally the nicest person. I swear he isn't human, and Abercrombie model boyfriend is one lucky bastard. Where's a genie in a bottle when you need one, Christina Aguilera? Clever word play, I'll give you that.

So he comes over to me to pay for his two large coffees and 2 muffins (such a considerate, sweet boyfriend. I want one!!!) ... and he says... "good morning." Do you remember what you said? I know you're trying to block this particular moment of embarrassment, but in the spirit of personal betterment I think we should learn from our mistakes.  It can't be that bad, don't be so hard on yourself.

He says 'good morning' and I said... "uh huh" like a fücking teenager. You could practically HEAR me swooning. What is WRONG with me.  oh.

He just gave me the most adorably amused smile I've ever seen and handed over his cash. Thank God I could still somehow count and didn't short him any change.

When he said 'thank you' my automatic corporate programmed response was 'have a nice day."

Do you remember what he said?! I know you do because you'll never forget that gorgeous face and that little smirk when he said it.

"I really think I will."  So model man totally knew you had a thing for him, and totally did that on purpose, you know that, right?

Then I was staring at the word 'Flawless' printed on the back of his flannel as he and his man-accessory headed out the door.

Why can't I have things like that?

Fück me.

Wishes.

Who needs to do Calc homework, I have dreams to attend. Let the record show that anything is more important than calc.

~Me

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9/17/15

Alright, that's it you're officially obsessed. So I may or may not be dreaming/daydreaming/fantasizing about 'that guy'. That's just what I've been calling him in my head. He came in on Friday by himself and this time I got a glimpse of those muscled arms. Bitch, don't come at me for being a little sexually frustrated. It's not exactly easy to take care of business when you're constantly surrounded by people no matter where you are.  Was he wearing one of those douchebag tanks where they cut the sleeves off... like a muscle tank? Also, as for taking care of business...there are ways to accommodate... just gotta get a little creative.. ;)

So back to my dream man.

Who knew a snapback and a floral tee could look so damn hot. At least I looked halfway decent this time. Still, you'd think I'd be more prepared this time. Nope.

He made a comment about how good our coffee was (which is bullshít especially when there's an actual coffee shop one floor up that has amazing coffee) and all I could do was smile and nod like a fool.  You are a fool if you're not flirting back. He's clearly trying to start a conversation with you, even if it means lying. WAKE UP AND SMELL THE COFFEE SUNSHINE.

I'm not sure I even want to know what he thinks of me... Not that I think he thinks of me...I'm not even a blip on Mr. Perfect's radar.  See above comment. ^^

Nevermind I'm rambling.

OK so TODAY he comes in AGAIN to get a coffee, it's becoming a daily ritual (don't crush my dreams, ok?). I swear his smile can melt ice. AND HIS HANDS ... Today I noticed his fingers and his hands and just the size of them. Girl, imagine those hands on your body....  Okay one, he's clearly coming in on purpose. Two... please do something about it. You need to get laid. Maybe ask him for a glass of water next time you see him.

dead.

He asked me how I was. I practically stuttered out an... "i'm ok.. you?"

Then my life ended when a group of girls came in and decided to be obnoxiously loud. They weren't exactly quiet about their own appreciation for MY dream man. BACK OFF I WILL CUT A BITCH.

I imagine that scene in Mean Girls when Cady imagines what it would be like if they attacked each other like animals do in the jungle. That would be this girl.  Great, now I need to go watch the movie...

So Mr. Perfect made a swift exit and I was left with the bitchy female squad. Yay me.

*Sigh* some day i will speak actual words to him. One day I'll find out his name so I'll know what to call him in my dreams.  Words are good.

One day I'll win a Grammy and tour the world, have a platinum album and be wildly successful.

Dreams, right?

Things like that just don't happen to people like me.  You never know. Keep your head up.

~Me

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9/19/15

I AM READY TO MURDER. My roommate is an ɑss and his skeez-a-creep friend Jon is disgusting.

I came back to my room after dinner with my friend Kirstie and that nasty weasel was just lying around in my bed like its a normal thing to do. WHAT THE FÜCK! GET.OUT.  Please tell me you ripped the sheets off instantly and burned them.

To make matters worse he said he liked my bed because my pillow smelled like me. I swear to God if he comes around again I will have pepper spray ready.  I think you need more than pepper spray at this point.

I honestly thought people like him only existed in movies, but hey creepy perverts exist in real life. Who knew.

I swear I'm going to scream if he so much as looks at me again.

God, i can't even look at my bed right now without wanting to vomit.

I need my dream man to come save me .  Maybe if you spoke real sentences to him, he would.

HA like that would ever happen. Guys like me don't get dream guys like that. If i'm lucky someone decent will get drunk and use me for a night and not be cruel about it. I don't get saviors and sweethearts.  I think you underestimate yourself. I mean, just by reading this, which... I should probably apologize for... you may be cynical, and a bit angsty, and hate life but... point being, you're funny, witty, sassy, and I bet if you actually tried being yourself around your model dream man, things might turn out differently. You never know till you try.

If anyone is going to save me its going to be me.  If I could give you a hug through the computer I would. Okay. I have reached max creep level now. Sorry.

Good luck with that.

~Me

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9/23/15

Well, I met a cute boy at a party. His name is Brian and he has these really pretty eyes and a beard. It's cute and quirky at the same time. He's no Mr. Perfect (I mean, who could ever really compare) but he's cute.  I already don't like this guy. He's probably a jerk. Don't do it.

He asked me out but he was drunk at the time so I'm not sure how well that is gonna go. He tried to get me to go back to his apartment, but while mama is thirsty, something in the back of my mind told me not to. I know, paranoia is a buzzkill.  Okay good. Mr. Perfect might be upset if you did that.

At least I have Mr. Perfect to occupy my mind and my dreams (at least when I'm not pulling my hair out with homework or hiding from skeezy Jon. (That guy makes me so uncomfortable I practically run for the library when he's around.)  He could probably occupy your time in real life.. gotta go for it.

He's always so polite and sweet. He comes in to the bookstore every day for coffee or snacks and even though I know nothing about him and we barely interact (my fault), it's still the best part of my day.

Really I'm beyond pathetic.  It's not pathetic. It sounds like it might be his too if he keeps coming back...

How sad is it I made my school email Flawless00 because he always wears jerseys with 00 on them and of course the Beyoncé flannel that he was wearing when I first laid hungry eyes on him.  Okay well, that makes a lot of sense as to how I got this... I'm thinking a typo is to blame here.. ;)

I'm a fücking mess. A fücking messssss.

~Me

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Have a great day. Might want to check who you're sending this to next time. In the mean time, good luck with the man of your dreams. Don't forget to use words and talk to him. And don't worry Mitch, your secret is safe with me. See you around.

-Me