i was just wondering what its going to be like when i grow out of my teenage years. i don't wanna have to face a sickening boss everyday. i wanna run and jump and have fun. ugh someone make time stop.

four days has come and gone, and it'll be another year before i see you again. what is this, the cowherd and the weaving maid? are the magpies going to help me cross the atlantic ocean? how come california doesn't look so far away on the map?

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3:13 PM