I have to explain one very strange story that popped back into my life today.
Okay, one morning in May or June, Jamie had knocked on my door while I was sleeping. My mom was the one who answered the door and asked for his name and told him she'd pass the message on to me. When she told me, I honestly thought she was kidding. I had never spoken to him prior to this little situation. We've had tonnes of mutual friends and he seemed to be quite the comedian. He was just a bit on the shy side and never uttered a word to me. Anyway, he ended up coming the next morning and missing me again. But he caught me that night. I had invited him in since it seemed like he had something really important to tell me.
So, I invited him to the basement. When we sat down, he didn't say anything for two minutes or so. I was very uncomfortable. He was looking at the ground and looked as though he hasn't slept for days. He finally broke the silence by saying "I've been dreaming about you". I thought he was about to tell me he had feelings for me and I was thinking of ways to politely turn him down. He went on to say "I think it means something. I think you're in some sort of trouble and I'm the only one that can help you."
I was very, very creeped out. Especially because he wouldn't tell me what happened in the dreams. He would only tell me that he needed to protect me. After he left, I immediately called Kate and Beth since they went to elementary school with him and were quite close with him during high school. They were confused about it and asking around if anyone else has noticed any change in his behaviour and hounded him on msn. The story finally made it's trip to Pat - one of his best friends - and he's pissed. He thinks I'm spreading it around to tell everyone that Jamie's a freak.
He called me just to tell me how big of a bitch I am and how conceited I am (I don't know where that came from. I'm certain the story got twisted around).
Apparently, all the weed did Jamie in. But I refuse to believe that. Andrew, Bree, Wes and I have probably smoked as much as him and we're all fine. There's a lot more going on in his little head than he's telling anyone and I feel really bad for him. I guess I really am the bad guy though. I could tell by the way he looked, he wasn't well. I shouldn't have told the girls but all I was doing was looking for an explanation.
I'm told that Jamie lost his sense of humour and that his episodes are getting worse. There's a whole group on Facebook dedicated to him and it's very cute. I just wish I had nothing to do with his trip outs.
And onto a lighter note. Josh texted me today. How random was that? And it was the worst text message ever "Word on the street is you want me". Well yeah, I do want him. Badly. But who the fuck told him? I never texted back and he never texted again. I literally act as though he's a celebrity. I only have one picture with him and I cherish it. Whoever told him must have also told him all of that. I hope he doesn't think I'm a stalker/creeper. I'll post the pic of us, so you can see how hot he is and how cute we'd look together and how we'd make an awesome married couple someday.
What so wrong with being a slut? Why is it frowned upon? My friend Kyra had sex with 22 men by the time she graduated high school (including Josh) and no one really looked at her as a slut. She was open about it and even signed off her yearbook in grade 12 as "Virgin4Life *22*".
I'm seriously thinking about being a slut. I don't want to be some bitter old lady who looks back and wishes she had experimented more. You only live once damnit and I'm going to act like it. Once I gather up the guts.
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