Home is bad for health.
I haven't been in the best of health as of late. I have no idea why, actually, I kind of do but just refuse to acknowledge the reason. Whatever it is, I hate how I feel. I don't want to talk about it, so if I don't want to answer when you ask me if I'm alright or what's wrong with me, please forgive me.
And don't fucking force me.
It's not any disorder nor any mainstream rubbish like HIV(Thaddaeus) or Autism(John) or Severe Sexual Deprivation(Lulu).
Hahaha, sorry.
I miss school. Home breeds death and decay.
I think I am becoming too predictable, and I don't like it. I believe that life should be a constant supply of pleasant surprises. I miss Beverly and her superlative nonsense.
You know, I discovered that I tend to incline towards people who are full of crap, who know how to slack big time, and who know how to have fun. As for those who mug half their lives, or pay attention to obselete lectures like their lives depended on them, wel, I guess we're not on the same wavelength.
That said, I conclude I'm not on the same wavelength as RJC.
Doesn't matter, I'm still having fun.
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Days have been busy, schedules packed to the brim. I haven't been able to attend church like a devoted church member. And I deeply regret. I won't let myself drift away from God. Two years ago, I found it so difficult to come back into his light after drifting away. I won't let history repeat itself, I can't.
To end on a happier note, let me tell you a joke:
Bernie.
