mute.

TWENTY EIGHT

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𝖏𝖆𝖍𝖘𝖊𝖍 𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖞.
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i knocked on diego's door, popping my gum.

i came early beacuse that zombie came back from the dead and is now looking for me.

and i was home alone, so nah.

diego opened the door, scrunching his face up.

"why you here so early jah?"

"i was home alone, and i'm bored." i shrugged, holding my bag.

"mann, i was about to get my back blown out." he complained, but who gives a fuck.

i rolled my eyes and walked in, throwing my bag on one of his chairs.

i'm the guest, bitch ima get comfortable.

- fucking time skip because i'm lazy -

everybody was here, except for stokeley.

he called tho, a couple minutes ago.

i stood in the bathroom, tying my hair up.

i had on this blue onesie on with my nike slides, and i feel so soft x3.

i'm wearing blue because ima crip. ♿️

i sighed and opened the door, before being knocked over by a big ass bitch.

"shit, my bad."

i looked up, cheesing.

stokeley.

"hi."

- vic menstrual cycle can catch this fucking fade.
everybody wanna hunt his ass down.
tank, i mean the devil, even on his ass.