(this is a true story based of me and my ex. Minor changes have been made to protect identies. please r&r)

May 18, 2007

I’m about to head to my cousins house for the weekend when my cell goes off alerting me of a new text. I open it up and a big smile comes to my face. It’s the beautiful Ashley Davies. We’ve been together for a month this upcoming Monday. Wow, I can’t believe this is the first relationship I’ve been in, in over a year. Anyway I get the text and it simply says “hey”. I quickly reply “hey babe, what’s up?” Yeah I know I’m a bit whipped. My mom sees me smiling like a dufus and asks, “Spencer, what are you over there smiling so big about?”. I look over at her and say, “Text”. I don’t really talk to my mom a whole lot about anything. We don’t have the best relationship.

My name’s Spencer Carlin by the way. I live in Marietta, Georgia. I’m fifteen; I have three sisters and one brother. I don’t really know my sisters since they live in South Carolina and are my father’s kids. I like to think of my father as a “sperm donor”. I have absolutely no relationship with him, he didn’t want me. Anyway my brother’s name is Glen; he’s 13 and is the biggest pain in the ass. My girlfriend is Ashley Davies, and she is 18. We’re both bisexual, but I prefer girls because guys just piss me off and are the biggest dickheads ever. I’ve liked girls since like second grade, but always put it off as me admiring them, but that’s a naïve seven year old for you. I started coming out to my friends when I was in seventh grade. I still haven’t told my family and here I am at the end of my freshman year. My family is the biggest bunch of homophobes I’ve ever seen, so I’m not exactly jumping to tell them.

Anyway I’m texting Ashley which is basically a daily routine. She replies, “nothing thinking about you”. “Oh really I was doing the same thing” Cheesy, yeah I know, sue me. A minute later she says back, “lol so what are you doing”. I say “about to go to my cousins house”. I spend a lot of time with my cousins, because I hate being home. So we’re in the car and I’m still texting. That’s all I do all day if not I’m listening to music or being the little emo kid I am.