whats your close freak thing?
every few months or so i wake up in the bed of a dear friend without knowing how i got there. im having a hard time recalling what happened the night before but its not really worth the headache. my friend will proceed to get dressed and call her girlfriend and i will call mine, only mine doesnt answer. during the walk down the street to cup a joe i did manage to remember how beautiful changing leaves are but no matter what time of year it is, its the same walk to the same place every time. i stare into my coffee and wonder how anyone could be so pathetic. who cares. its raining and i have a mile to walk until i get home.