Yesterday would have been fun if the nicest kid in the world didn't total his car. I feel like a horrible person, even though I couldn't do anything about it. I was there, and it just makes me feel shitty. It's crazy how close I already feel with the people here, to the point where I almost knocked the cunt out who was in the other car blaming him. Fucking bitches.
Last night I actually put on Lack of Color at the party. I'm not sure if that means I'm getting worse or better.
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