Why the fucking fuck am I always trapped in the middle of situations and can’t get out.
when did life get like this? when did it all become so fucked and just spiral out of control? i remember being young thinking growing up would be the best thing in the world, perfect life, perfect family, perfect friends, when really nothings perfect at all. i would do anything to reverse time and go back to how things used to be - we were all so careless, so free, so happy.
Just looked through my phone, and found a note that says “Shit britt and bianca say while high”
- “Oh look its an eagle or something” Britt says on the beach
- “I hate ices” “Yeah me too, it’s like flavored ice what the fuck..”
- “I wish we could rotate friends when we didn’t want them with other random friend groups then if we like them we get to have them for keeps in cages”
And I’m thinking about how we walked around island park with a blow up doll called boy toy brad and wouldn’t get gonzalo put it down because we wanted him to get made fun of, and how we walked into a pizza place singing 3 blind mice.
I take such pleasure in knowing my best friends are as weird as me
