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The last week is all about b-grade romance, black nail polish and spiked cuffs my mother says I shouldn't wear. Sneaking into shows and watching the boys wearing chains and eyeliner playing guitars and hitting each other in the mosh pit, beer spilling from glasses, blood from wounds. Everyone is free and wild, going too fast. I don't want it to stop, I don't want the music to fade, the amps to stop blaring. The only exception was the heartbreak between me and you, although i was the only one feeling it. Now I have too many assignments to do, and too many thoughts of you. But I couldnt be happier because everything feels like poetry, the drugs, my friends, the music. &&& i can't wait for the holidays, the evenings with Chris in my room with the chair that spins to fast and the pictures that symbolize everything that ever mattered to me, the nights wrapped in bed sheets with a boy who taps rhythems on my spine, the return of becky who left for too long and maybe Andre will come to stay, to come on adventures with me and get stoned and talk about bands that make all the difference...
I want to be there now, I want to live every moment, never closing my eyes...