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Wow. It’s been a long week for me. My mom ended up not being ok with me leaving but she said that because I’m 21 there’s nothing she can do and that it was my choice so I left. But there’s been slight changes, well one major change. I’m going back to Cali before the 21st of June because of some bull shit with my financial aid. I need to be a full time student to be able to be qualified for the financial aid. So I need to have 6 full time units for the summer and 12 units for the spring and fall. But here’s where the change comes in I’m not going back to live with my family, I’ll be living with Master. So yeah.

Anyways the bus ride out here to PA was PURE FUCKING HELL! God I was so bored I thought I was going to go insane. Really fucking bat shit insane. So after hanging out with my friend Sam, Master had to call his friend Kris to pick us up from her house back to mine so I could pack and Kris was pressed for time so I rushed and grabbed a few clothes, my laptop, the external hard drive, my mp3 player, headphones, digital camera which I got a few pics of awesome stuff and chargers and cables and such. Then we got on the bus Tuesday night and it was nice. I was surprised at how much better I felt once I left the house.

Ok, for this you need to know about the bullshit in Arizona about everyone asking for U.S citizenship. If you don’t well yeah. So anyways we were passing through the California desert and we get stopped and the border patrol stops us and starts asking if everyone was a U.S citizen and I was like yeah we’re in Arizona. Then we went through New Mexico, Texas, Oklahoma, Ohio and finally Pennsylvania. The bus trip as fucking boring as all fuck! I kid you fucking not! There was nothing to do at all. And Master’s books aren’t my type so all I had was my mp3 to keep me company when
Anyways Master’s Mom and Dad are so wonderful. I love them as if they were my own parents. It really is something completely different to the way my family is. It really is but in a good way because they actually care what I have to say about something. Well not like personal stuff but if it bothers me like smoking they’ll either stop or move away from me so it doesn’t bother me. Or if I’m hungry they’ll ask me what I want or what I don’t want. So it’s a good change for me but strange because it’s not what I’m used too. But it like it and hopefully I’ll be able to get used to it soon enough, still trying to get used to the time difference too. Especially with my laptop still being in cali time and such. I’m having such a great time here with everyone so laid back and relaxed it made me have a break down. I sobbed like fuck and cried and screamed but I had Master so it was ok. I’m feeling much better now that I’m away from my family and that negative environment.

They spoil me it’s not even funny. I mean they got me some brand new stuff that I would never have thought of getting before coming out here. I am happy with the stuff I got because its mostly Jack Skellington stuff from Nightmare Before Christmas. I got a snuggy like thing with Jack’s head, a coffin pencil case with his face, arm warmers, 6 pairs of socks, a kitty hat, and clothes. And it was all new stuff. I love it here. I really do it’s a great place for me. I feel as if I can ALMOST be myself with a few exceptions with being completely myself with Master. But it’s ok.

I also got a new sketch book which I needed it anyways and lots of pens and markers and such. I need a mechanical pencil and eraser. I wonder if they have the black pearl erasers. They look like black rocks and printed with BLACK PEARL. They’re made by the people who do the pink pearl erasers. Don’t like those because one they smell like old bacon when you to erase and two I don’t like they way they erase on my sketch book leaving dark smudges and nasty stuff.

Anyways it’s hot. Like really hot. I feel like I’m melting. But it’s worth it being with Master. I love it. It’s fun being with Master so much. Not just because of the M/s stuff we do but just because after 5 years we’re finally completely together. And it’s really nice, it really is. We bonded so much more since the bus ride. It got crazy. Like we were at the New Mexico stop waiting for the bus to load up the passengers and he was at least over 7feet away from me because he was smoking and I heard him say I love you so I said I love you back as he was walking back and then told me he was THINKING “I love you” so it was kinda weird that I heard him say that just from looking at him. So our bond has definitely gotten stronger which is awesome.

Sorry I know I said I’d be updating more often but since the internet connection I’m leeching is fucking crap sucking ass corpse. Master got a router but its crap too so yeah. Not much interwebz so yeah.

Anyways I love living here. It’s great. I love it. It’s like I can almost be completely myself here. Though there is some stuff I have to tone down but its ok. I’m actually being well fed FOR FUCKING ONCE! Yeah I know OMFS! It’s not just old rotted food or old rotted old people food! It’s the good shit!

I’m having a great time. I really am. Finally for once I actually feel fucking happy. Not the fake shit I put on so that people bug me and it’s feels nice feeling happy. Which has made our relationship (me and Master) even better not just because we bonded so much more but because he doesn’t have to pick up my pieces as much as he had to before. And that is a good thing but I still have my breaks. Like a few days after we settled in I had a complete break down but I’m ok now. It’s getting easier as the darkness in me is lifting.


Anyways I got me FOUR prismacolor color pencils and a sharpener for them. So I’m happy! Woo.

*burp* Mr. tummy needs to finish eating. Til I feel like posting again you sad pathetic fucks…………………..Later.

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