i have nothing to say so uh here ya go..
me--

The clock seems to move fast when I don’t want it to, dozing off in class, seems like I’ve been asleep forever, I wake up in a panic; I’ve been asleep for 3 minutes. Why is my life so meaningless? I wake up everyday with no motivation to go to school or work, not even the thought of playing my bass can get me up in the morning. I used to be such a classy dresser. What has happened to me? I wear jeans, skate shoes, and t-shirts. I don’t curl my hair anymore; it’s plain and straight, just like me. I don’t ever have conflict, I’m an average student with average friends, we don’t fight, we don’t fuck each other, and we don’t sniff glue. I work a part time job in a pawn shop (318 3rd avenue) I make 12 dollars an hour. I drive a shitty ass car, and I just moved out of my parents’ house in queens. I go to school at NYU I don’t have a major, nor do I have any idea what I want it to be. I have a little brother who is 17, one year younger than me, we don’t talk much, his name is Efrom; I think my parents had a weird obsession with giving their children shitty names…Brooke and Efrom…what a duo. Efrom is somewhat of a man whore, we don’t get along, when we were younger we were the best of friends, we hung out everyday after school with the kids from the complex we lived in. We both grew up bilingual, (our neighborhood was predominantly Puerto Rican). My mother is a starving artist; my father is a house painter. Basically I come from a middle-lower class background. I don’t have a boyfriend, and while people have asked me out before, I have only accepted once…I’m not a virgin but I don’t throw sex around like it’s nothing…from now on I’m saving myself for the right person, I know it’s stupid, but it’s just who I am.
And there you have it, Brooke in a nut shell, no paragraphs, no grammar checks…get over it.

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