My boyfriend kinda broke up with me. I don't even now if we're dating or not. I love this guy so much, that it's hurting me. I had sex with him for like three days or something. We were friends. We aren't exactly friends. It's more like we're just having a break. Just because of his mother and because he must study.

At the end of the day he says that he saw someone with my bike seat on his bike. It was ripped apart. He saw the gang. I hate gangs. They were black people. Honestly I don't got anything against them but seriously stay away of my stuff. Especially my bike. I love my bike so much. He didn't even do anything because he was at the subway. I would get of it and just start a fight. No matter how many people that there are. They just got to stay of my stuff.

Tomorrow will be a long day. Got to go to a bicycle shop and after it I hope I'm having a bike. I need it. I don't want to walk this long lonely road. I want to ride it. People should respect each other and their stuff. Can't do that? Sorry buddy but you'll go to jail.