down and out.
I like that feeling of being dead to the world. It's kind of nice.
Sad songs make the world go 'round. That's what I always say. Well, recently anyway.
I feel like a song...I don't really want to go back to anything here. I want to move away like everyone else, except I wouldn't be back at Christmas. Megan, you're right. Running away at 18 seems so futile and pathetic. So, I say we rename it and start over.
I actually miss snow. It's the middle of July, and I find myself missing the snow. Why? Because I avoided it all winter. I pretended it wasn't there, and it actually worked. We went to New York, and I couldn't deny it there. I was somewhere I had always been. Somewhere I needed to be. I don't want to live in Colorado anymore! I'm not a Colorado person. In fact, I hate it here. I like Boulder...that's it. But Boulder is so small, it just doesn't suffice sometimes. I'm tired of everything. Maybe I'll be dead for another week. Or atleast until I feel better.
You used to be one of the rotten ones, and I liked you for that. Now you're all gone, got your makeup on, and you're not comin' back.