C'mon, the sky might fall.
24-hour-parties, Mitch, and getting a job in a little shoe factory...an excellent August? And until school starts I am sleeping in a cozy little treehouse in my friend's yard. Life is not quite gr8, but maybe it's gr3.
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I miss Cole.
My head is all upside down and inside out. One day I am over here, and the next day I am waaaay over there. Where is my balance, man?
C'mon, the sky might fall, but I'm not worried at all.