Tennis with a K

I was angry at this guy and I told one of his friends, who sided with me on the situation. He offered to talk to the guy for me and, at the time, I said no. I didn’t want him thinking I was talking about him behind his back. But now that I hate his guts, I want his friend to talk to him -.-‘ But we’re such close friends now that I feel like I’m complaining to much by asking. Ugh.

I noticed that one of my friends left a little message for you guys. She’s so silly -.-‘

Love you, Jasmine!!! <3

Anyway, my friend and I were laughing about something. My friend, Carla (previously mentioned in the other note), had placed the hood from a hoodie on her head and placed a fedora on top. She then wrapped the hoodie around her shoulders, looked at me and said, “Hey, Kennis….I’m Batman!”

The way she delivered it was…HILARIOUS.

Hello People Who Follow Kennis!!

This is her best friend. Call me Molli! :D I thought I’d leave a nice message for Kennis to read if she ever does.

So…

Hello Kennis! :D As I type this I am in your kitchen watching the brownies while you are downstairs with Carla. 

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Your laughing about something! Oh no!

I’m sick of boys thinking that all the fucking girls in the whole world only go for jerks. Where do you get these facts?! Just because you were stuck in the fucking friend zone doesn’t mean that girls are totally blinded by love and lust. If anyone’s a jerk it’s the guy who decided that all girls go for douche-bags and never for the nice guy. Most of the time THEY ARE NICE GUYS. But the guy who was to afraid to ask the girl out first decides to blame someone else, because they’re to afraid to say, “Yeah. I wasn’t man enough to just ask her on a date. I never flirted with her so she never knew I liked her. I acted like her best guy friend to get close and by doing so landed my ass in the zone titled as such.”

What my mom expects my kids to be like:

Oldest: Girl. Dark-ish hair. Romantic.

Middle: Boy. Light hair (possibly a red head). Intellectual.

Youngest: Girl. Light hair. Free spirit.

I’m okay with that….I just need names :I *ponders* 

What do you think?

So, I was thinking today. I was thinking, what if I went back and stopped that bully that was picking on me in 7th grade? What would I do after I stopped the bully? Would I talk to younger me? Would I warn her of her future? I realized, no. I wouldn’t. I might give subtle hints to make myself feel better. I’d say, “Look before you fall”, “If you’ve fallen, stop looking and you’ll see”, “It doesn’t matter where you are. If you’re yourself no one will hate you”, and “Keep the ones you care about in mind or you’ll lose them,” but I wouldn’t give to much away. My experiences are what make me me. The insensitive made me tolerant. Heartbreak made me wiser. Embarrassment made me stronger. I wouldn’t change it.