isabella marie bush, native texan living in nyc, 19
yeah, hi. i don't really have much to say because im extraordinarily uninteresting and i don't think anyone likes me. my apartment is always empty besides me so if you want to party or whatever, just give me a ring. that's pretty much it.
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adjective
1. having been fractured or damaged and no longer in one piece or in working order
Sounds… fun.
It’s how I roll.
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You never came across as a party girl, but it could be arranged.
Party to death.
Fair point, so how about we go running together in Central Park? I’ll be able to get out the house and you can teach me how to have fun with exercise.
I’m always down for a run. But a party sounds like more fun to me right now.
You’re seriously saying that exercise will make me feel better? Is that what you think fun is? You have a lot to learn, Isabella.
No, a killer party is fun. BUt exercise will make you feel better… Especially if you’ve been spending all your time at home eating ice cream.
I guess it is. So since you’re now officially one of my friends, which means I’m willing to listen to you, what do you propose I do to get out of this slump?
Well I mean, some exercise is probably a good idea. Get that heart rate going. Plus, running always helps me when I’m in a mood.
I’ll consider it… the weird thing is that for years I thought I had already figured out who I was. I was going to go to Yale, become the person I’ve always wanted to be and make my father proud. Now I don’t have any friends, I’m too scared to open a damn letter and I, Jack Laurent, am thinking of taking a gap year. My life has kind of turned out the complete opposite of what I planned.
Isn’t that the fun part though? The unexpected is usually the most fun.
It has it’s moments, but I’m fairly certain it can be the best place on the planet most of the time. I don’t know yet, I got my letter from Yale but I haven’t it opened it yet. Call me a chicken but I’m terrified I’m not going to get accepted. Taking a gap year does sound like fun, though.
Well, if you’re into the gap year thing, and you didn’t get in, what’s the problem? You get in, you go, you have the time of your life. You don’t? Take a gap year, figure out who you are, go to college the next year, have the time of your life. Bam. Win, win.
