sometimes i get really stoned, turn on vacant music and look out the window at the swamp, forest trail and buildings in the distance. The wind feels good on my face. i pretend sometimes that i'm in a different city in a place i hardly know of and devise how society is conducted in my little world.
i have people over whenever i want and we do whatever i want.
it'll really suck to live with parents and a family again, however nice it will be to see them.
i love my room. it's so comfortable and it's my place to go when it rains or life sucks. i really love where i live and i love how i live.
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