Ready; Set; College.

This is tough.
I'm leaving everyone that's ever meant anything to me.
I'll miss my friends.
Especially the ones stuck here.
I love you kids.

It's my last night. And as much as I'm going to miss this place, I'm ready for something new.
Upstate, here I come.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
WTF.

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Thunderstorms outside are amazing;
Thunderstorms inside are the worst.

In the past month, I've told two girls that I'm in love with them. I never cheated on anyone or anything. I simply told them that I loved them. In each case, it is the truth. Neither had responded positively, but I'm okay with that. I don't even feel any bad emotions over it. It's a great feeling.

I love bike rides, especially the ones where I go flying over my handlebars and get cuts and road-rash all over.

I CAN'T RIDE MY BIKE WITH HANDLEBARS.

Today was a good day for five or six hours.
From then on, I've decided that it's the shittiest day I've had in a long time.
Fuck you third-wheel.
You're a bitch and a piece of shit and you know it.
But, you "don't want to be the party pooper."
Then don't change everyone fucking elses plans and stop sucking.

Sincerely,