“Does anybody want their future told? Fortune told? Either way, I’m psychic tonight.” She pointed to the sign at the booth proclaiming her a fortune teller. “I do cards, ‘n also palms. Clean ones, specially. Specifically. They’re not real but--whoops, i wasn’ supposed to tell you that. Shh, it’s all real.”

“I don’t know what the hell is happening here, but hey, I still look good so I’m just going to roll with it. Can I get you a drink? Like I’d rather you say no, but I have to do something until this shit wears off.”

“ohmygod; i’ve missed human food soo much,” kat was sitting at the larger tables in camp and had way too much food in front of her, “do you want any, by the way?”

Now that Kane is back in this universe, all is good in the world. Nothing can bother me anymore. I mean, it would be nice if I could remember where home was, but like? You can’t have it all, I guess.

“Is it just me or does September feel like a bland in between time of not being able to enjoy summertime anymore and patiently waiting for Halloween. Honestly, besides the onslaught of pumpkin spice products, I cant think of any redeemable qualities about it. Can you?”

Who wants to start a band? I’ll be the stereotypical girl that’s cute and can only hit a tambourine. 

Maybe I should go to school. College always sounded like a fun way to give myself anxiety and unnecessary stress. I mean, I haven’t even gotten counselor so it’s not like I’m busy.  I have no idea where my family is so that’s not holding my back either. I totally need to get out more. My best friend is gone and Vanessa barely has time for me anymore because she’s an actual semi-responsible adult. Also, it’s late and I’m talking to something I’m not even close to about my possible mid-life crisis. It’s a sign. 

I’m sorry, is it just me or is this concealer covering up nothing? Is it just my mirror? The off brand product? This universe itself conspiring against me?