Keepin It Real

I Don’t Need Any Friends…

The walls of my car seemed to be touching each other, my face was hot and sweaty and no matter how much air I blasted from the dashboard, I couldn’t feel cool. My chest felt like I was sitting at the bottom of a dog pile. I promise I thought I was going to die. I tried to pick up the phone to call my bestfriend who I know was parked somewhere in the same sea of cars but everytime I tried to grab my cell phone, my fingers went limp. So…..the whole experience was TERRIBLE to say the least. … Read More I Don’t Need Any Friends…

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