Friday, May 1
The walls have my ears.
Stomach matters. Friends will hurt you. Parachutes fall hard. And the shallow keep on judging.
But no matter what happens, the intelligent move on. Because the sky's what matters, and there'll always be one above us.
Drama auditions, partie deux, tomorrow. Stay sane, everyone.
--wan.
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