I've become Dorothy in this wonderful Land of Oz. Everything seems to be perfect. I'm with my friends all of the time, I don't have to worry about school or about a job, I have no commitments. It was in fact, fun while it lasted, but I'm not a child anymore. I'm a man. In order to be treated like one, I have to start acting like one. The lips that were continuously shared on couches have left a sick feeling in my stomach, and have possibly turned me off to sharing my lips with any other person. The smacking sounds I endured from both food and kissing have destroyed me. I simply need a break from everything.
I might not see my friends for a while. I have to piece everything together. Bye.
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