So, I've graduated high school.
And between then (last journal entry) and noooooow, so much utter s**t went down that it feels like that sort of thing should've been dealt out between a few years. For me. I suppose. emo
Some good, some bad, some annoying.
More recently, I've found myself starting to behave a bit like a slut in front of three specific people...and although some of it's not too bad, just teasing, the aftereffect of overthinking turns me into a slut.
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Nonetheless. I am out of the grade school system and it's amazing and I'm going to a college in the city and I've made friends and the only hot guy among them is, of course, gay, and seems quite nice which makes it worse and the only sucky thing about it entirely is that I'm commuting this year.
While there are many ups to commuting. It still kind of a lot sucks.
And now I've stressed out trying to find a job, because I do not like to exert. It's very stressful.
ON ANOTHER NOTE.
About peoples A, B, and C.
A has had his soul sucked dry by prolonged white space exposure and tiredness and stress and blah.
B is, as far as I know, bedridden and not getting any better.
C has not been heard from since his more recent ninja disappearance a few months ago, and will most likely never be heard from ever again.
Taking into account that they are all...well. Anyway. People D is doing okay I think, just with the ridiculous amount of work imposed on their still developing and fragile mind.
I've been taking lots of naps and having dreams and I don't get to remember them all of the time which sucks.
But there was this one that I remembered where a whole bunch of friends and I were at the grocery store, and my friend Bacon and I were staring at a shelf of condiments in the condiment aisle. There was this condiment named GOD and if you used any of it, squeezed ANY out, your work to absolve yourself of sins would be ruined.
This was told to us by a psychic holographic infomercial hovering in the air in front of us/above the shelf.
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