Dear Diary.

I got a tattoo. In Brooklyn. With Mal. I have had so many tattoos done but the store Malcom took me to was rather suspicious ; I wondered if they even had licenses. Mal said I was just being paranoid because this is where all the art happens... well his art because his tattoos don't make sense not that they should. He got some of them done in jail so it's not a delightful look.

I got a tattoo of a butterfly, brown beautiful butterfly just below my chest. The colour brown reminds me of her mesmerising eyes and the black her beautiful dark hair. I don't know if I can say the butterfly was flying away or flying back to me... This is the most meaningful tattoo I have ever done.

As for Malcom he just browsed through the album of pictures and randomly picked one that he thought looked cool. No meaning to it, he is always so laid back about everything when he has way more problems than anyone, i know.

He's mother is an alcoholic and his father died in the Navy. He has two siblings who has to support with fees since his mother is unemployed and always drunk. He doesn't like talking about it but I managed to get that out of him. I help him whenever he needs money and Zayn thinks I'm being used but honestly I'm just helping a friend out.

I asked Mal if he knew everyone on campus and response was 'Yah know me bruh, i know err'body round here...'

I knew he would say something corky so I asked if he knew Zaneh and he thought for a while before snapping his fingers and saying 'Yeah the blonde hottie from the main campus, i could fuck her all day...maybe even make her my second baby mama...No biggie'

I immediately shook my head because I knew she wasn't the one. Zaneh Malik was definitely not blonde and if anything, she wouldn't be able to attract even guys like Malcom.'

no offence to her.

H.