He was actually really nice. We talked about painting and stuff, and he told me that I had a lot to do before I die, and to do anything I want to because you only live once.
We ended up getting lost in Hinesburg, but we drove back home and here I am, hours later, listening to Jesus of Suburbia by Green Day.
I didn't want to leave Gabi's place, but let's be honest. I'm glad to be back in my own bed.
I keep consoling myself by saying "You'll be able to go back. Don't worry." And for the most part, it kinda works, but not really, because I find myself a few minutes later thinking about how I'm probably not gonna be able to go back.
I had a lot of fun there. I smoked a ton of weed, I drank, I drew pictures, I wrote, I watched anime, I hit dabs and took moles, etc.
It was so fun. One time I ended up getting high and talking to Ethan for like a half hour about nerves in the human face.
I can't wait to go back.
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Diaries of an Impulsive B!tch
Non-FictionTw: Drug use, self harm, underage drinking, intrusive thoughts, mention of su!c!de, various traumas, eating disorders and abuse. Reader Discretion Advised Here is my diary, filled with my thoughts, feelings, actions, aspirations and hopes. If you by...
