-The end of finals nearly killed me.
-I love my new apartment. Come visit, it's neat.
-My new bike is the shit.
-I have been smoking a serious amount of pot for two weeks straight.
-I have only one more task to complete to finish decorating my room.
-The stress of my newest endless to do list makes me ache for finals.
I wish I knew what people thought of me.
I'm not sure I'm wanted around anymore.
It's ok, I don't think I could put up with me either.