Co-Writer: Abby S.
Hey, that freshman looks like that one CMC student that smelled really bad. Like cigarettes all the time. I think he is working at JP Morgan or something now. I don’t know, I don’t remember. I don’t FUCKING remember ANYTHING anymore. Remember the pasta bar? That was on Thursday. It’s not Friday anymore. Burrushi took it away from us. I got my lunch money (Hoch Steak Ticket) stolen from me by my bully (PP Baseball boy). Do you remember?
Yesterday I went to a bar my friend was hosting in his suite. When I got there I didn’t recognize any faces—they were all just staring at me, and they looked scared. Am I scary? My friend wasn’t there either, just my other friend, the liquor. I threw up on three of them and CampSec dragged me out of there by the Nape. What is going on at these colleges anymore??????
The neighbor’s kids keep stealing my medication. I know they are doing it. All of their faces are blurring together, so they kind of look like my kids too. This my third time taking intro to Calculus and after walking in this week, I realized I can’t even see the faces of my classmates anymore! Everytime I try to focus on their facial features, the faces melt before my eyes!
My days are so tiring. PE 078 JP-1: Intro to Kicking Puppies really took it out of me. I tried to walk back home to CCA, but somehow I ended up in Big Mo’s while 2018 Soundcloud rap was playing. I got a Miami Mint Geek Bar and lost vision after the first hit. I woke up an hour later back at Atwood dorm, just in time for Wet Season. I forgot I wasn’t a freshman so I blacked out and woke up in the hospital.
Dayum, Pitzer picked UGLY this year. I don’t know any of their names. Remember OA? I remember. I ate falafel mix raw & out the box on the beach. Do you remember? I don’t recognize a single face when I hit my spliffs at smoke force. The ugly dog I used to blow smoke on. Haha. Do you remember? I don’t even remember what school I go to anymore. What year am I?
Wite peepl. Whyt peephole averywear. So bright. Ow! They reflect sun. Albedo. Blinded…I am. Oooooo I’m blinded by the lights. The Weekend is my cousin last May. Why are they all white. The Pfizer freshman especially. I don’t even see spiced wite. There is the sound of buzzing, the sound of huzzing, the sound of bees and fleas and mice and rice and dogs and logs and everything in the whimsical world. My eyes hurt in the key of C major.
Hit Miami Mint Bar again. Eat three-day-old cookie from Collins that I keep in my pocket (hospital gown). Someone just waved at me. Is that my freshman year lab partner? Or is that the guy spilled soup on in office hours (electroshock therapy) the other day. My name has faded from even my own memory. My urethra tingles threateningly. A butterfly lands on my nose, and I giggle. Mommy is here to visit again!! I love my Mommy!
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