The Night We Get Back In Town

Morning, cunts.

lookingfor-aj:

I need to go get some coffee. I can’t believe I already have to go back to the states tomorrow. Not okay. 

Not “okay” at all.

You’re leaving me here with a… boy… boyfriend… but still.

A boy.

Evening folks.

lookingfor-aj:

Look at you, bitchacho. Living the fucking life. 

Hey, look at you, living life a lot better and wiser than me. Except for your use of nicknames.

Evening folks.

lookingfor-aj:

You suck, you suck, you suck. 

Please, I’m amazing, what are you saying? 18, living in my own apartment, working at a broken down theatre, taking the year off from school.

My life, at the moment, is a tween movie trailer.

Evening folks.

lookingfor-aj:

College sucks. Never go there. Never. 

I’m gonna go there, shh, I need to finish this shit education system that my parents put me in. I’ll find somewhere, though, that’s not too expensive. Believe me, I will.

Evening folks.

lookingfor-aj:

I know! Responsibility, and all. College has changed me. 

You’re making me grateful that I took the year off.

Evening folks.

lookingfor-aj:

Tired, tired, writing an essay, tired.

Essay? That seems… so un-summer-of-2011 of you.

I’m alive!

luke-hartison:

Marnie! Just who I was looking for! How’ve you been?
Just fine, you know, without you, of course

I’m alive!

luke-hartison:

Everyone’s favourite person, of course!

Oh… You.

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