Introduction (NEW EDIT)

Hey there readers.

Just for privacy reasons I won't reveal my name, but I'm 19 and I go to community college in California. I'm black mixed with some native american and some mexican also, and I'm a bit on the skinny side. I want to try to workout more but I recently landed a job so I'm much more busy. The area I live in is quiet and boring, but it's also safe so I never worry about someone smashing my windows in. I found this site about a year ago and now that I've just recently had my first time I finally have something to write about. All the stories I will write will be true stories involving me; I'm not good at making stories up in my imagination. This first story spans the last 3 weeks, from the time I broke up with my ex the Thursday after Valentine's Day, to just a couple days ago, on March 9th. My life has gotten so much better since the breakup, I almost forgot she existed haha! Anyway, that's me, and here's a preview of my first story. Also, I'll try to name my chapters after song titles that describe my mood at different moments in the story.


*Note that the contents are 99% true, the only changed aspects are the names of the people involved. Enjoy :D*

-Friday, February 17th: Grenade-

I woke up that morning at 7:30am like normal. My phone's alarm incessantly rings in my ears until I turn to my left, pick it up off my nightstand, and silence it with the push of a button. Then I turn back over and look at the ceiling in my room and breathe a long sigh. The sun shone through my window blinds, giving my room a striped pattern of light and darkness. My clothes sat scattered on the floor, but my laundry hamper was empty. My nightstand was a bit dusty, comprising of my lamp, an old broken radio/alarm/CD player, and my deodorant stick that acted as a paperweight for the several fast food receipts of the past few weeks. This morning wasn't much different from any other. However the main difference was that today, I woke up single for the first time in 3 months. I laid there thinking about what had just occured the day before.

Yesterday I broke up with my ex, Kristine. I met her on Facebook in early November, and she went to my old high school across town before I transferred to one closer to me. She was a 20 year old latina girl, average size body, not exceptionally curvy but not incredibly skinny either, 5 foot 4 inches tall, a tight ass and 36D boobs. She had long black straight hair and brown eyes. We talked nonstop on Facebook throughout the week, and we became a ...

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