Idgaf what you think. I'm just gonna start writing randomly, not fictional stories, true stories. Go ahead and read whatever I write though. :)
Next Update: January 1 or January 2
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December 3st,
I remember when Brayden and I would go outside at 2 in the morning, and look at the stars from my rooftop. During summer, his dad would give us rides to the country. We would go into fields and flatten it down. We'd put a blanket down, and just stare into the dark sky; it was always full of stars. Somedays, we'd be too lazy to walk so far into the field, his dad would drive his black truck into the field. Brayde and I would lay down, looking up and telling stories in the back, or on the hood of the truck. I don't go out there much with Brayden anymore, he left. He left me. We'd stay there for hours and hours, piles of blanket on us, it was summer though. I never understood his stories, but I listened, because every story he told, he would just smile back at me and close his eyes. That was enough for me. I miss the summer of 09'.
