Always happens. This is really the last time that I listen to a boy.

Went to the puppy prison and put the application in. Puppy!

Convocation is tomorrow. I need a pair of shoes, so a-shopping we will go.

Offensive? Yeah, that's me. I don't think before I speak and I don't let myself get hurt because I run away too quickly. People are so overrated. I better get used to doing calculus and going herping because that's all I'm going to be doing this summer. Fuck my birthday and friends making all sorts of plans. Nothing is ever going to happen except I'm going to get tired of everything. It's times like these I wish I put in my application for Berkeley summer.

When people are at the bottom of the stairs and yell to the rest of us civilized folk, it never sounds right. Echoes, muffling.. it's all so familiar.

I found a story I wrote in 7th grade. Julia, you thought I was .. good?