deeterdeeterly

 I do this on a semi-regular basis. It's better than holding it in.

 I haven't had facebook friends in years.

 Lost in a fire, despite being fire proof. Like all my childhood memories, it's in a landfill somewhere.

 Nothing happens. I get up, I sing, I sit back down. I go home wondering what I did wrong.

 I didn't get the letter because my house burned down.

 It turned out green and it didn't look good on me, because I'm a fat person.

 Lonely and miserable watching the meat market rage on. Completely alienating.

 Sort of. A dog once, and a woman another time, sort of. She probably would have been fine without me. 

 It's never felt like it looks like it's supposed to.

 I used to do this, but then my home burned down and all my "worthless crap", as the lawyer called it, was destroyed. I don't keep souvenirs anymore.

 I didn't bring enough water, and I didn't meet anyone to hang out with or have any real fun. It was hot and gross, and there was nothing to do but watch other people dancing around with their drugged up friends. But now I know. 

 It was a nightmare. Not fun at all. None of the college experiences happened.

 Awkward, meaningless, and disappointing. I never got the hang of kissing. It's never been that enjoyable for me.

 I drove from Florida up to New York state and back. It was a long and boring drive. 

 I went when I was little. There was a dinosaur museum.

 I bleached my hair blonde back in high school, in the late 90s.