What a weekend.
More so, my weekends feel like my week, because they are all I care about. This sentence feels true because I love my friends and I'm getting really good and not giving a shit, which means having a lot of fun.
by letting myself be eaten up by reality, i feel myself farther from it. well, i guess that isn't fair to say, because by my version of being eaten by reality is being fucked up on something every night. being fucked up on endless silly joy.
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