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[ajdawny]

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What even is journaling? I don't really know, apparently I'm very bad at keeping a journal... but, things are going pretty good. I'm a "Purser" now, so I have responsibilities to uphold. I'm honored, flattered really, it's a vote of confidence coming from Hayley to give me this opportunity. She wouldn't have promoted me unless she at least... sort of trusted me, right?

I've been thinking a lot about my relationship with Mickey, and what exactly it is, an over the past eleven days I have not been able to really know what the fuck is going on between us. I really like him, I like who I am when I'm around him, but he seems hesitant, and I totally understand that, and I'm not going to force him into anything. Anyways, I've got shit to do, and it's early, Cassie's hungry, I want to surprise my sister with... something, so I'll just be going now.

[ajdawny]

[align=center][div style="width: 520px; text-align: left; font-family: cursive; font-size: 15px; opacity: .8; color: #28253C; padding: 8px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 115%"]9 May.

Well, today is another day, honestly I'm not sure why I'm even writing, paper is a relatively coveted commodity, and while there is no shortage of it now, I'm sure that it could be useful in the future. But I guess I need to figure out my thoughts one way or another, so, here it goes.

Ever since I came here, I've been struggling a bit to find a way to fit in, and also find a way to bond with my half sister. She doesn't seem to like me, though I'd never hold that against her, sometimes I don't like myself, though that isn't exactly something I advertise. But, after the party hosted by Springfield, something changed, it wasn't me, it was... finding someone to share some of my life with.

Mickey and I got pretty drunk, it's not uncommon for me to ignore my body telling me to stop drinking, but I guess I should be grateful for once, I ended up spending the night with him, and we talked, we talked a lot. I don't know exactly what we are, or if we're even together, but Mick's been through a lot, and I'm not going to pressure him into anything, even defining what we are.