I heard you're getting fat, so I hope for every pound I lose, you gain one.
Woah. Week after next is back to school. I'm excited and scared. Thinking about it makes it harder to breathe. New state, where I don't know anybody. I'm sure that's a good thing. Wow. Senior year. I'll be turning 18 in October. I'll be looking for colleges. I'll get a job. Hopefully I'll get a red card too. That'd be amazing. Ehh, I better meet more stoners than I did those last two months. Aww, I'm going to be smaller too. A lot smaller. So much is to come. Unless I die.
I think lowly of you because you tell people to go die. That's the sad type of character that deserves no anger from me. Only pity. And eternal damnation on earth.
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