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Hello again, weird world!

     Not too long ago, I created another Blogger account by the username of "Jemily". If you were following me before (which I doubt because it was pretty shitty), you'd know by now that I wrote some pretty, let's just say "spicy" stuff about my personal life without showing my real identity. Well, one glorious day, my ex boyfriend asked me if I opened a blog page by the name of Jemily because her stories were similar to mine and he also found out that the alternate address for that page was my real email address (shame on me, but he is still a creepy person right?). So I was obligated to delete that blog page and stop writing for a couple of months, but here I am again, anonymous and desperate. Currently I am not living in that big city because I am back in my hometown. But man, I am so stressed out. I don't know where to begin first because I have so many things in mind, a lot is bothering me lately but I'm also watching an old movie with Nick Cannon so I'll be back in a few. Laters. 
     Hi back. It's been almost two hours since my last word but now I am back and still don't have a clue of what I am going to tell you first. No inspiration, no clue. (S#*^t)
My sister is sitting right next to me watching the same movie for the 100th time and I just realized that I really missed being around her and doing absolutely nothing.
    Oh yeah, back to what I was about to tell you. So I finished my third semester and this has been the worst semester of them all. I have to take classes again because I failed 2. And yeah, maybe yall be like " It's okay, you can take them again it's not such a big deal" I must say that for me it is. My parents are paying for my education and every day I hear the same speech over and over again " Keli we are doing this for you and we are paying as much as we can, but you have to either pass the classes or come back here and work". I don't want to get too much into it, my sister is asking for the laptop and I literally don't know what to say anymore ( me; I pretend to be good at writing) so I'll just leave it for now.

Don't be afraid of Agateophobia*,
Laters,

K.


*Agateophobia: fear from insanity. 
** (too lazy to post a picture, or maybe I don't know how to use Mac properly, poor me boohoo)