It was 3:45
I'm really board, I want to hang out with Jeremy. But I have nothing here to do. Should i invite him anyways. I look around my house I see my shattered TV. I think back to when I was with Jeremy last week and we got a little too high. We played "just dance" and Jeremy fell onto the tv. But lately I've felt distant from Jeremy... ever science her called me a loser in the bathroom. I know that he didn't mean it but, what if he did. "Wait" I think to myself "wasn't he drunk.. he wasn't under the influence of the squip" I start to get stressed. I paced my basement, thinking about all the cruel things Jeremy said to me. I start to sob. then my bong catches my eye. I was really stressed, so the best thing to do is to get high right? I take a few hits and start to feel better, like all the bad feeling drains out of my body. I take 6 more hits and call Jeremy.
He picks up
"Hiiiiii" I said enthusiastically
"Hey dude"he says
We talked for a bit and I invite him over.
