i've been craving chocolate for days but i won't get it till it stops raining.
what do i even have to say?
my eyes are half open having stared at the white glare of this damn computer screen for the past 5 hours, and for more than that yesterday:
reading hurts.
it's strange that every night after dinner i smoke a cigarette with tanner and then she says "goodnight janna" because we both know we won't see each other after that. for her, it's that she won't see me. for me, it's that i won't see anyone.
except tonight, i must subtract from "no one" the girl i spoke with in the hallway regarding her constructed puppet show stage.
not even self-pity anymore, just a sort of realization. maybe i'm too tired and that's why it feels like acceptance.
later on i might wish for something different but right now i wish for nat sherman and bed.
my eyes are half open having stared at the white glare of this damn computer screen for the past 5 hours, and for more than that yesterday:
reading hurts.
it's strange that every night after dinner i smoke a cigarette with tanner and then she says "goodnight janna" because we both know we won't see each other after that. for her, it's that she won't see me. for me, it's that i won't see anyone.
except tonight, i must subtract from "no one" the girl i spoke with in the hallway regarding her constructed puppet show stage.
not even self-pity anymore, just a sort of realization. maybe i'm too tired and that's why it feels like acceptance.
later on i might wish for something different but right now i wish for nat sherman and bed.