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[nicole_is_cool]

I am creating my perfect chill spot. My room is becoming a place where I can go to lie down, relax, escape the stress, and think about whats going on around me. Reality is left behind (unless my meddling father comes rapping at the door, which he does all to frequently) and I can think whatever I want to think. Everything glows. Blacklights and lava lamps create the desired effect. This summer, we will burn incense and smoke marijuana together in this room, and everything will be ok. I hope my time with you is only getting started. I want to feel comfortable. I want to be smooth. I want to say everything you want to hear. I know I can, but it will take time. And time is what im afraid of, because its always against me. When will I get to throw those three words you hate so much at you. When will the time be right. Soon, I hope...

I

Love

You

...please believe me...