On a sunny day in April, drinking strawberry soda and doing everything on a whim?
That seems like a good place to start.
I like weed and fwench fries and strawbewwy soda.
My Southern Boy confessed his love for me last night, I don't know what to say.
I kinda had a feeling.
Catwoman, I found out, is just having a bout of depression (normal for people with high IQs).
I smoked with Snuff and Ms. Frost today, she was trippin so bad.
I never manage to get that high anymore, but it was pretty funny.
We saw Satan, and he was a jerk, as always.
Erm, I realised how many times I've walked down the same streets with various different people and often times alone.
It's over, all these past-times are coming to an end.
I was painfully aware of this while talking to some of the Freshmen.
I said, "We just got back from the Nature Preserve near (insert street here)."
All the Freshmen around replied, "Oh, you mean Green Street, you must be high."
Oh, Lord, they took over our spot and all act so informed.
They even came up with a new name, I feel old and disconnected.
Like, "Back in my day we called it the Nature Preserve, all you whipper-snappers"
Seriously.
Anyway, I have all this anxiety about all these random insignificant things.
I think it has to do with growing up around my mom, like I'm scared to step foot outside my door now.
And I've been having flashbacks of things that I haven't thought about since I was like five (gotta love marijuana)
And lastly, Snuff doesn't have any feelings for me beyond friendship.
I should've known, but now I know for sure (The Shadow King asked him).
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