So today is my birthday. As of 1:35 pm, I am 20 years old. Mom took me out for dinner last night, and we had tons of fun being stupid. (She had more than a couple drinks.) And tonight, I went to Iris's place. We watched movies, and just kind of did our thing for a while. And we talked. And, uh...she, well...she broke up with me.
I can't talk about this right now. Or ever. Maybe tomorrow I'll wake up and it'll be a dream or she'll tell me she was joking, or...
I don't know.
I just can't be here right now.
I think I'm going to be sick.
-K.A.S
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