I'm back. Here's my 
PBB Teen Edition Plus is a real bitch.
This show is fucked up. Fucked up. Fucked up. It’s not awesome. The chicks are hot, but the guys are douchebags. Wow. Anyway, I’ll probably end up strangling every single one of them if I ever see them on the street. That Jolas dude is freaky-looking. Sheesh.
Filed under: Abyssmal nothingness
I think I’m losing some people that I know of.
Well, basically, they’re still there. But kind of, unattached in some weird intergalactic way. I rarely think like this, but sometimes you just cannot help it. It’s like this simple problem that you convert into something huge and weird. For example, N whom I usually hung out with. Or A, B, C, D, E, and F. They’re literally there, but you know sometimes they’re using their stealth modes on too much.
Or maybe it’s only me.
I’m unattached.
I’ll come see you again.
God knows what we’ll talk about;
Maybe, I’ll say sorry.
Maybe not.
You should say sorry, you know?
But that’s just my matter of opinion.
Yes, I’m still making sweet love with my bong.
Like it matters to you.
I know you do it, too.
In two hours, I’ll see you again.
And I am honestly shaking down to my kneecaps.
Maybe, I’ll hug you.
Maybe not.
I still love you.
I think.
