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I love my friends.

New and old.

I have a hard time believing I'll ever be happy.

spin the bottle with MAH at warped tour
that was fun

The bad days keep piling up. 
High higher highest.
 I find safety in my comforter, beneath the blankets that cover my existence. My sad sorry excuse of existence. I'm just a sketch of what I used to be, fading fast. 
Fast, faster, fastest.
 I'm running out of those small orange pills that I use for fuel and I'm scared. My cheeks are damp and 
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I'm ridiculously sick of school.
I'd like to graduate now.

It seems like I have so much work until then.
Applications, scholarship stuff, choosing a school, etc.

I think the most random people are cute these days.

the lead singer of chiodos is a douche bag

but being guestlisted was nice

The thought of living in NYC makes me feel
nervous
excited
&
complete.

Kind of like the way adderall makes me feel.

I have no motivation.
For anything.

I hate when I go through these phases.
I don't want to go out anymore.
I don't like partying all that much.
I just like hanging in small groups.
It's weird.

I'm ready to graduate, but I have a whole year.
I'm tired of being a teenager.

I love you.
And I love you.
Also I love you.
As well I love you.
Can't forget that I love you too.

I don't even have to put names.
These five should just know it.