Yo. I actually pulled that broomstick out of my ass. Stopped worrying about my parents' approval, what I looked or sounded like and grabbed a beer. Sat next to the fire, smoked a joint. Sang and danced till every muscle was sore. Hugged and kissed so many people. Got lost in clouds of smoke. Went swimming in my underwear. Passed summer school with flying colours. Started meeting new people and made so many new friends. Sure I gained a little weight but I'll lose it in no time. For once I'm happy and I'm starting to get my light back.
Though it's a shame my best friends weren't there. One went off and got a boyfriend, the other one was sequestered into her house so we barely even saw each other. It's sad that The most exciting thing that I'll be doing is eating brunch and going shopping with them. Oh well, I've got two weeks off so weed and beer anybody?! We're throwing a party
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RomanceA collection of stories, all in different formats, about life. There is no end goal, only truth, pain, lust, joy, sarcasm, irony and self awareness. Tread lightly as this story mentions some of my experience with SA. Good luck 🤞
