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.
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.
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.
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.
I know! Responsibility, and all. College has changed me.
You’re making me grateful that I took the year off.
Tired, tired, writing an essay, tired.
Essay? That seems… so un-summer-of-2011 of you.
Marnie! Just who I was looking for! How’ve you been?
Just fine, you know, without you, of course
Everyone’s favourite person, of course!