~ September 28, 2016 ~

Just like every cliched beginning in a tale, I have this amazing friend. She makes my day simply by a cracking a dirty joke my way and plastering a gorgeous grin upon her face. She makes too many jokes that play on her last name, making everything "wet", or outright dirty. She'd be there for when I need to talk to someone and I'd be her support to help find a solution when she has a problem. 

However, there was one thing that happened between us (and our friends, too.)

It's probably obvious what transpired, considering what I wrote down as the entry title. But if you didn't get it already...

She left the school, moving to a house that is an hour away.

I don't know what to feel, except wistful and heart-wretched. The nostalgia and memories swing at me constantly as I sob inside my heart. These constant thoughts of our memories shared together make my heart filled with warmth.

As funny as it may sound, I can hardly remember how we met. In fact, I think we only met through our friends, whom I'll dub "M" and "V" for now. They introduced me to Sephy during lunch time, who immediately spouted out a funny joke. We either met in the cafeteria or the "Spot." (The "Spot" is an area directly under a stairway. With a door on end and some open space on the other, it creates to make a narrow hallway, big enough to fit about 15 people.)

That happened either in late October or halfway through November 2015, if I'm making my assumptions correct. 

I can't exactly pinpoint when we started to get close, but I think it was when Sephy and I talked to each other on Instagram. (The memories tend to be forgotten as I forget that the days are passing quickly.) We were in a small group chat with all our friends. I remembered Sephy was feeling down. I wanted her to feel better, which was because of my morality. I don't like it when others are suffering on their own, especially if they think no one will understand. 

So, we talked and I tried, with the best of my abilities, to console her in any way I can. I managed to cheer her up after our whole texting talk. In return for the help, I saw her smiling away the next day. It warmed my heart up.

After all, I think we were really close when we were able to sit next to each other in French. Our teacher sorted Sephy and I into the same group. So, whenever I'd walk into French class for that time frame, she'd be sitting down in her usual seat, evilly smiling as I slowly realize that she was pulling a joke or prank on me. For an added bonus, even after French, the blocks rotated and we were in the same art class. We would sit by each other, talking to each other (along with some of our other friends.)

I'd listen to her, speaking nonsense about the world and shoving her phone into my face with Dan and Phil pictures all over. Sometimes I wouldn't be able to catch everything she says because of the noise around us, so I would just say "continue", despite not knowing the whole situation. (She or any our friends don't know that I nod my head or try to keep the conversation going, despite how lost I get. I wouldn't want them to think I'm bad friend for not being able to listen.)

In the end, she would just enlighten me with a little dose of idle chit-chat. That's all that matters because she makes an effort to be my friend, even though I'm not that great or anything special in the eyes of others. 

~ October 13, 2016 ~

Sephy has told me about her new life at her new school. She doesn't like going to her new school, but there's nothing we can do about it. At least, she's safe and healthy.

She has a few new friends at the new school, who are crazy and weird, just like our friends. They sound interesting and cool! However, Sephy and I aren't sure if her new friends are trustworthy. I'll hold onto my skeptics for a bit because of my concerns; though, I hope that they'll be able to take care of her properly. Sephy really needs to have good friends when me or our friends can't be there for her.

~ October 22, 2016 ~

I'm crying on the inside. (If I physically let out a single sob, my dad and brother would be worried.) A feeling of numb lays in my chest and my eyes threaten to let out water. I just want to dive into an ocean and never swim up for a gasp of oxygen.

I'm really devastated because I can't go to Sephy's Halloween party. It sounds shallow to be upset for that reason, but I've been hoping to go.

I'll explain the story.

About 2 weeks ago, Sephy messaged an invite to her Halloween party. I squealed in delight as I immediately responded by texting, "c: yay!". I haven't seen her for almost a month, so I was really excited that we would see each other again.

Of course, there were a bit of downsides to attend the party because I needed a ride to her house, which is an hour away, and someone to take of my brother while I was out. Sephy and I managed to overcome the small problems, but then came to one huge dilemma.

It was my mom refusing to let me go to the party. I've tried to convince her with the nicest sugar-coated words, but she denied. Why? It's because she is planning a last-minute 4 week belated birthday for my brother. (In case you didn't know, she lives a province away because she works faraway.)

I get that she's planning a party and all, but it's just a flawed plan, in all honesty. One, she is planning last-minute because she feels "bad" she couldn't be there for her son's birthday. If she feel bad about the issue, she could've made an effort to come when it was his actual birthday! Or better yet, have my brother, who I'll name Keenan, live in her house. Two, Keenan doesn't want a party; he just want to play with his one and only close friend. Third, it's near Halloween time. There's going to classmates that invite Keenan to their parties, which he won't be able to go because he's going to be having his party with no friends. Lastly, it starts at 6 P.M. and ends at 10. Keenan shouldn't be up late. He's only 10, after all.

~ October 29, 2016 ~

One of the best things just happened to Sephy since she switched schools. I am immensely jubilant for her! (I'm still squealing in my room because of it.) The reason is because she's dating someone who loves and cares for her. An even better reason, she's dating our friend, Ajack!

Right now, I'm still fan-girling over this! This is amazing! I knew they were really close, but I didn't realize they were close enough to be in a relationship. This makes my humongous shipping heart beat with thousands of angels singing "ship it!" over and over again.

They haven't told me exactly any of the details as to why they're dating. (I really want to know who asked who, but they're busy at a sleepover) Who cares about that, though? They're dating! That's all that matters.

I support and love the ship so much! I hope they will be able to be together for a long time. (If not, it's fine.) As long as they're happy, I'm happy!