I've been writingwritingwriting and none of it makes sense. That's okay. Mirm and I have been living the rich life of squatters in her parents' house and it is a good one.

When everyone else disappoints you, giggling with your best friend on her parents' bed until you hurt so much you think you might actually die makes it all worth it. Because you had so much more fun yelling and running around the house at all hours of the night, upsetting the cat and possibly the neighbors, purely because there were no padres or chillum to frown than at the party where everyone was trashed and being an asshole. I mean obviously. But you know what I mean.

I mean when the world falls short it doesn't even matter because you don't care. Because you know there are still cool people out there.

And cool people are so important.

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