
Man, I LOVE sweet potatoes.

JOURNAL ENTRY. UHHHH UH UH.
If I ever got a horse, I’d paint it purple and pink and name it Twilight Sparkle.
It’d be the perfect horse.
So I’m outside again. On the rooftop with my laptop.
I’m glad I’m outside. Sweet potatoes make me ill.
“When I go, I will stay long gone.”
Emancipator really lives up to his name. His music just… clears your mind, you know?
Third night in a row I’ve slept outside. It’s getting pretty bad.