i woke up to my best friend poking my face and handing me a nice warm cup of tim hortons tea. the night before wasn't much. just our usual group of friends doing what we usually do. laughing at jokes only we would find funny, eating at ab king, smoking weed until our eyes turned blood shoot. the usual. but i enjoy the usual, i find comfort in the usual. i find it hard to make new friends and meet new people. since junior high i've always hung out with this same group of friends. but truth is, maybe i find it hard because i don't want to make new friends or meet new people. i'm happy with who i have and quite frankly, their irreplaceable. i'm happy with the usual.
"we're all growing up now. we smoke cigarettes and drink coffee"
"that's growing up?"
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