So, I was actually able to hang out with some friends today- and that was really chill. Downfall though, I fell off my Long board going at like mock 27,000, which resulted in a shattered phone, and a really badly scraped thumb, but that's okay. Phone still works, thumbs not broken- good deal.
Basically, I had a lot of fun hanging out with them, because I normally don't actually do things with my friends. Most of the time I say I'm busy or something- and I generally am. But a lot of the time it's stuff I can get out of so I could go hang with them... but I don't. Does that make me a bad friend? A bad person? I mean, I've got my reasoning but... people generally think reasons and excuses are equivalent so :/
But like whoa. It's a shock to actually realize that I have friends, and that people care about me. Well, I mean, I know they do- but to experience that is another thing. And I just really enjoy that. It made me feel.... better than I have in a long time.
So yea, that's it. I'm out for the night
6/3/19 10pm
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Thoughts Inside of My.... Mind?
HumorSo my friend Luis has this book with different chapters each representing something he's thinking about. He uses it as a venting tool and other things, and I've decided I'm gonna try it too. SO. These are just random thoughts inside of my.... mind.
