Like a Hurricane
So, I stayed home alone last night. And another night last week, but unlike last week, I couldn't chat with anyone over text on the account that they had fallen asleep.
Now, I used to know the previous owners of this house. I also know where they died: inside. In the little hallway outside the bathroom leading into the living room.
Creepy ass shit.
Anywho.
School is almost out! Woo hoo! Can't wait to start PCC and go to OCF this year and also attend a Reggae festival. Will there be stoners at all of them? Most likely. Will I care? Hardly.
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