He thought he was the shit. He was a shit, not the shit. -Sandra
My mom has no boundaries. She said that after my dad told her that her best friends dad had died.
What a reaction.
Also I almost published a part of another story that's me complaining about my one friend (none of you I swear ily all too much), but that would've been bad.
Today in English Kerr could tell we were stressed, so he made us write about something that was stressing us out.
That was actually rly fun.
I'm rly good at putting my feelings into words, and characterizing them as other things.
Like my friend is stressing me out (again none of you) and I characterized him as a cloud. He makes me happy, and I see the beauty there... It's just I know he will drift away and seize to exist in my life.
There's your deep stuff for the day.
Also you all are the shit. You're welcome.
-Bean Supreme