I've been just sitting on my ass, eating leftover pizza, and playing video games the past two days, and boy do I feel great!
Honestly between not being able to sleep too well and worrying about what my parents are gonna say when they get home, I feel like I've been hit by a truck.
Literally. no, figuratively. That's the right word, right?
Either way, I don't really think I'll be going outside much. After those creeps opened Tara's locker I've been getting weird vibes. I haven't even finished her stupid plagerized manuscript and I'm still feeling it. It's like they were... desperate. and the weird part is nobody stopped it.
I don't like this. I don't like this one bit.
And I don't like being in the house alone.
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