nothing new to tell and nothing else to say

the end

we were supposed to scrawl our names in fresh concrete tonight.

they laid a new footpath at the end of our street and sb and i were going to leave our mark in it.

i could do it alone, but it's just not the same vandalising stuff by yourself.

i know where he is and he's probably stoned. i have no tolerance for stoned people anymore...

the tighter i grasp on to the things that i want the faster they slip through my fingers

why is happiness always so fleeting?

the weekend was so grand.

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