Man, I used to write okay before.
Maybe today I'll bake cookies with Cailey, or get my credit card, or read a book, or play Rock Band with my brother. I wish someone would ask me to hang out for once, it's always the other way around. I could be a hermit.
Last night I had a dream that I had to go to social studies, and my grade four teacher was teaching. It took me so long to find the classroom, and when I got there everyone I knew but weren't really friends with were in that class, and I had to squeeze myself between two people with a desk that wasn't really a desk but a piece of foam.
listening to: starlight - muse
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