Kayleah's gone. I miss her like a mother fucker, but I'll be fine. The ride to the airport was okay. The ride back was insanely long and cold. The last thing she said to me was "Get a job!" Yeah, tell me about it.
I don't really know what's going on with Milky.
I somehow managed to unclutter the apartment. Granted, it took all god damn day.
I have seventeen bucks in my bank account.
It's April Fools, and I'm gonna get Chris.
Prom's tonight. Oh, dear.
This is a straight to the point, frank as fuck post.
No internal thought right now.
No time.
Must keep going.
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