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Well, The Beach Was An Interesting Trip. Our Tire Blew Out On The Fwy And We Had To Ask Around For A Jack And Took An Hour, Then It Took ANOTHER Hour Changing The Damn Tire. Bright Side? Met A Cute Guy Named Jake, He Tried Helping And I Thought It Was Sweet, He Asked For My Number And I Gave It To Him. Teeny Tiny Step To Moving Forward Right? I Hope So...

Then We Got To The Beach And It Was Chill, Till I Got A Text...And From There My Night Steadily Got Worse. We Lost Our Friend Dylan, Well, More Like He Disappeared. The Couple Had Gotten Into A Fight, And I Had Got Rejected In A Way. I Don't Take Rejection Lightly. It Wounds The Little Self Esteem I Have. Anyway, The Couple Made Up And Half Was Drunk And Yeah, Did Something That Pissed Me Off. I'm Not Gonna Say Anything More Because It'll Give Away Who I'm Talking About Even If They Know I'm Upset With Them.

Once Everyone Was In The Car I Took Off In Search Of Dylan With The Keys And To Cool Down. Walked All Over The Place Called His Phone Nonstop And I Still Couldn't Find Him. So We Left. Not A Pleasent Car Ride Back. Needless To Say, With The Help Of My Three Guys I Can Go To With Anything, I Calmed Down...A Bit. But I Got Home, Tearstreaked And Angry.

Great Night...Smh.