The only party I ever wanted to go..
Existed only in my head
Parties with out typical scenes and typical randomness
Chanter, banter
I’m really ready to go home type of thing
Its every film we watched when we were thirteen
My scarred impressions of reactions from reactions
Seem to differ from most
Who is most.
Everyone but me,
I suppose.
I suppose I’m over reacting
Playing my role in my own typical drama flick
There is absolutely no point to my point
That’s my fucking point
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