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my friends are on crack. miles told me that im a lot happier this year, and its true for the most part. probably because i go up to the people i have shit with and tell them i hate them.. like the random creepy freshman that thinks i dont like him because its black. no its because hes fucking sketchy as hell. i dont feel like returning phonecalls and having to answer questions about what we did today. my room is tainted
i saw scott at the movie theater and he looked like he just about hated my guts.. what was up with that boy i havent seen you in months and you barely acknowledge me.. fucking awkward
chill whatever
none of this was relevant
but we are the fucking shit and we're so hot it hurts...