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MC’s Journal - Jaehee X MC

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Entre #13

Today is Sunday, it is meant to be the holy day of the week. The day of the week where some people pray to the Lort Jesus. I have been desperately praying to my Lort Jesus for this thing with Jaehee to work out. And so far, it has been working out. The keyword here is HAS.

Me and Seven were planning on getting together, just for le fun of it. Since I’m a broke ass bitch (or i just ate all the food before Seven came), Seven stopped by some donut shop to get me some fucking donuts because donuts are fucking good. LEMME TELL YOU, THIS KID TOOK 2938 YEARS (it was only like 30 minutes). NO ONE TAKES THAT LONG TO PICK UP 2 BOXES OF A DOZEN DONUTS. and when he got back, boiiiiiii did he have a story.

It started off with a wild Seven bursting into my room.

“MC, OUR HARD WORK WAS FOR NOTHING,” he flung the fucking boxes of donuts onto my bed.
“Be careful with that. I fucking swear iF ONE OF THEM GOT HURT SEVE-“ he cut me off smh.
“MC, LISTEN TO ME THIS IS IMPORTANT.” He grabbed the tissue box I had on my dresser and flung it at me.
“BITCH TAKE THIS.”
I knew he was serious when he sat down in front of me on my bed and put both of his handsies on my shoulders. He took a deep breath and I swear he almost didn’t tell me.

“Jaehee and her ex are back together.”

In that exact moment, I just wanted to dig myself 6 feet under the ground because I could not fucking believe it. AFTER LITERALLY GETTING CHEATED ON, SHE STILL WENT WITH HIM. AT THE END OF THIS ALL, MR. ‘I’M SO GOOD LOOKING THAT I STOLE JAEHEE KANG FROM YOU’ WON AND ENDED UP WITH HER. HOW? I DONT KNOW.

Obviously, my first reaction is to think it’s a joke.

“Seven, what the hell? Are you fucking with me because it isn’t funny. It really isn’t so just stop he-“ Seven cuts me off and a nervous laugh left my mouth because what the actual fuck.
“MC, I’m not joking. I saw them at the donut shop. I heard everything.”
“Heard what?,” and my voice started to slowly raise, “Seven, what the actual fuck did you hear?!”
“MC, please calm down and listen to me.” To see Seven be this calm honestly scared me. I don’t know how he was being so fucking calm.

“I saw Jaehee sitting at a booth and at first I thought to go up to her and sit with her but then he came along. Jaehee looked pissed. He thanked her for agreeing to meet up with him and said some bullshit to ge-“
“Seven, what the hell did he say. I want exact words.” My voice was shaky and I could feel the tears about to form in my eyes. But I didn’t want to cry. Seven just let out another sigh.
“He just explained how he was all sorry for what he did and I didn’t expect her to but she forgave him. And I didn’t know if I should’ve told you or no-“ He stopped talking when he heard my sniffle. I was looking down at my bed sheets, my vision was blurry, and my hair was covering my face. He just moved over next to me and I felt his arms wrap around me.

“Tell me the rest.” My voice was shaking uncontrollably. My mind couldn’t seem to grasp that Jaehee Kang went back to that asshole. Seven took a moment before he continued to tell me what happened.
“She accepted his apology and they kissed. I left. And now I’m here.”
“I thought she was smarter than that,” I softly whispered.

We sat in silence for a while, Seven with his arms wrapped around me and me silently crying and sniffling. Seven unwrapped his arms from around me and reached over the box of donuts. He opened it to reveal some bow ties, which were my favorite type of donuts. For the rest of the time Seven was over, we sat in silence eating bow ties and hugging.

Entre #14

I’ve probably said this a million times but I. WAS. DREADING. SCHOOL. TODAY. The day went by so fucking slow. The halls were quieter than usual. The birds weren’t singing. Even my hot home ec. teacher wasn’t making my pussy tingle like she usually does.

At lunch, I didn’t really have an appetite. I didn’t eat much, or at all, due to the fact that Jaehee and her stupid boyfriend were a few table away from mines and Seven’s and they were just making out the entire time. He tried feeding me some Honey Buddha Chips, which I obviously pushed away. He was also telling his usual crappy puns he found online. Usually, I would say some cocky shit but I didn’t feel like talking. I was silent for most of the day. Even when I got home and mom asked what was wrong, I didn’t say anything. I just slammed the door. She probably thinks I’m on my period or something. All in all, it was a shitty day.

Entre #15

It’s only Tuesday and I don’t know if I’m gonna make it through this week. This morning, Seven handed me a research paper which had a lot of effort put into it. According to him, it was my 7 stages of grief.

                               MC’s 7 Stages of a Breakup Grief
1. Shock: Why would he break up with me? How could he? How could she get back with him? I thought she was smarter than this.
2. Denial: It can’t be. I can’t believe this, he isn’t leaving me.  She isn’t actually giving him a second chance. She’s smarter than that.
3. Isolation: I’m not going to any parties or clubs anymore. I’m not leaving my room for the next 3 months.
4. Anger: Who cares? I don’t need that a**hole! Who the fuck would choose that Dumb Bum lookin ass over me.
5. Bargaining: Who’s that? Never seen him, never heard of him. Mr. ‘I’m so good looking I stole Jaehee Kang from you?’ What the fuck?
6. Depression: I’m just so sad! I’ll never get over this! Why, why, why, why, why, why
7. Acceptance: We’re both born to move on at some point.

Because, who needs acceptance?


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ispiri sesso violento

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