but she can't relax with his hand on the small of her back...
It's far too late, and my homework isn't done.
I'm still hungry, but scared to eat much more lest my digestive system stimulate the wrong portions of my brain.
I've been listening to the Death Cab song a lot lately; it reminds me so much of those fucked-up days in Iowa and Seattle, loving Allie more than I had any business doing, hating just about everything else and wishing I were dead. I don't know what it is about those days I still miss; it isn't that unrequited love of Allie, which I will always associate with the ultimate failure of my youthful idealism.
I'm happier in many ways now than I am then, but the things I still don't have (dignity, direction) still call to me.
It's the fourteenth of October, and all I want to do is take the week off.
I'm still hungry, but scared to eat much more lest my digestive system stimulate the wrong portions of my brain.
I've been listening to the Death Cab song a lot lately; it reminds me so much of those fucked-up days in Iowa and Seattle, loving Allie more than I had any business doing, hating just about everything else and wishing I were dead. I don't know what it is about those days I still miss; it isn't that unrequited love of Allie, which I will always associate with the ultimate failure of my youthful idealism.
I'm happier in many ways now than I am then, but the things I still don't have (dignity, direction) still call to me.
It's the fourteenth of October, and all I want to do is take the week off.