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Disorganized Back to School


I was explaining to someone how amazing my weed pills were in hopes they’d want to buy some. I even offered to bring in a sample the next day for them to try. it was back to school, and the first day my stuff was a mess, taking up an entire corner of the room as two open suitcases of strewn clothes and other things. the teacher was relatively young and asian, and she smirked when she saw my disorder, which prompted me to apologize and gather everything quickly to make way for her. the things i was proud of that represented my political ideologies I put on the top of my locker for everyone to see. One was a soda bottle with a mostly red and white label, not sure if glass or plastic, but upon furhter examination it had worn down and the label was no longer visible. I threw it away.