If I were just your average 23-year-old girl, and I called the police to say that there were strange men sleeping on my lawn and following me to Starbucks, they would leap into action. But because I am a famous person, well, sorry, ma’am, there’s nothing we can do. It makes no sense … I am just not OK with it. It’s as simple as that. I am just a normal girl and a human being, and I haven’t been in this long enough to feel like this is my new normal. I’m not going to find peace with it.


Mar 06, 2014

I woke up from a good night’s rest. I was supposed to have my car looked at by JL2 and VC today because of my dashboard lights are out (and also I wanted them to change my oil). VC was supposed to text me the deets about it but he literally didn’t text me the whole day, except the one he sent at noon, which reads “Not sure Whats going on Jason has not let me know” which was also weird in it’s own way because he always uses smilies but didn’t in this one. 

Anyways, I took my sweet time getting ready for work. It was not that bad or good or interesting.

So I sent a final message right before I slept at around 3:30am, just to tell him that I’m going to bed. I literally sent a total of 3 messages that day that didn’t get any replies from him and I was actually annoyed and worried. Annoyed, because my pet peeve of people not replying has been slowly growing. Also knowing that when I know that people have their phones on them all the time. Worried, because he usually texts me everyday but he didn’t that day so I imagined a lot of scenarios in which put him in a place where he can’t get to his phone.