Dear Adam,
I went to another party tonight, but I dint plan on drinking. I just wanted to sit back and people watch.
Its funny ya know? Seeing people at parties and all. Its like they are a completely different person. Ashlin and Sawyer are sitting on a small couch across the room. Why do they laugh so much? I bet their laughing about me, about how much of a freakshow I am.
Oh, I didn't tell you? That's my knew nickname.
Remember Walter? You guys used to be best friends, he was the one who swore to never drink after his older brother was involved in a drunk driving accident. He was chugging bottles of vodka like it was some sort of contest. Reign?The girl who promised she wouldn't have a romantic relationship until marriage? She was making out with a girl and a guy. Eventually the three of them went into a bedroom. Zoe? The girl who through that one stoner guy's cigarette to the ground and stopped on it, yelling about how he was destroying his precious lungs? She was on her second pack of smokes already. South? The really shy kid in theater? He's on a table right now, singing his head off to some rap song accompanied with...interesting dance moves.
What do you know? Ashlin and Sawyer are making out now. I think Im going to throw up.
Sick,
Bailey
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