BOOM.

Here we go again? Here. We go. Again.
Whatchu mean? Whatchu say? Whatchu mean when you say
ok
no
fuck
you
ass
fffffffffff
assssss
tttttttt

Let's play and have fun. Who knows how long this will last...I hate to see other people cry. And I hate to see you sit alone. And I hate to hear you hate me. And I hate to go. And I hate to make mom work overtime for me. And I hate to hear dad talk to me sometimes because it feels like he hates me. And I hate to look outside the window. And I hate to drive alone.

Just gets me thinking. Over and over again. Just gets me thinking.

So, the week is over. Last night was a good bang to end this eventful week. Honestly, good times, I can't remember all of it. I think I was being fuckin weird and stupid. But that's normal. And I love bonding. But i hate shots. I think I hate the beach. Too fuckin traumatizing. How can I look out into a dark ocean and not feel like I don't deserve the world that is beyond? I mean...really. But yeah. And today...OH MAN. Today, helping Joanna move out...I am traumatized forever driving big old moving trucks...scaryyyyy...I hate it. But it was fun and funny. Hella sore and aching, I think we all are. And we set up our room today, Emma and I. It's not done yet, of course...I don't know what to put up. Just pictures as always, I guess.

Home again, tomorrow.

Yes, Noemi

We screamed into the ocean

That

Logic breaks our hearts.

And it certainly does.