I slept with Eric.
Blake basically doesn't talk to me anymore.
I've been texting Eric's best friend, Bryce.
He kinda sucks.
Keeps asking for tit pics then getting mad when I accuse him of asking for tit pics.
I'm downloading music.
Mac Miller.
Rihanna.
First Aid Kit.
Alabama Shakes.
Anything I can do illegally; I will.
And that includes smoking some pot while doing all these tasks.
Whenever I feel like explaining myself further; I'll pop on in.
Til next time, bitches...
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