Ashes and Dust

I worry about you.

I’m touched.

And you have no idea who did this?

I have guesses, but there’s no proof.

I hate you a lot. God, I can’t believe this happened to you… Again.

Life’s a bitch. 

…and if they can’t?

I don’t like to think about it.

This is why I like you. You get the concept of flattery. But seriously… They’re gonna make you stay here until Tuesday?

Flattery gets you everywhere. I might get released earlier depending on how fast they can prove the drug tests weren’t accurate  

Let me have my moment, Mercier.

Alright, you would be my top friend if Myspace was still a thing right now.

I’m looking forward to it but we are going to have to be discrete I’m already pushing it with getting into a fight at prom. Maybe we can jump him? God, I hope so. I would pay money to see that. It’s because he is a weasel. Jesus, I’ll make sure to check up on him after I swing by the house and check on the girls. After this is all over, we should actually take that trip we’ve been talking about.  

I wouldn’t worry about it. I plan to guilt trip the administration after I’m free, because come on this is getting ridiculous. We can take him. He’ll never see it coming and oh my god it would feel so therapeutic to punch him. Try the yearbook kids, they take pictures of everything. He’s labeled as Weasel Face my on my phone. Please do, I think he’s drowning in his tears. We should take that trip, dude. This summer.