my drug buddy
i feel so sickly. breathing kind of hurts. i have to miss the banquet tonight. i hate school so much. mr. tortaricci is in my house everyday making the house better. he scares me a little.
someday i'll fly away
leave all this to yesterday
why live life from dream to dream
and dread the day that dreaming ends
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will somebody be my crony for life? i fucking hate change.