and if i was sober, would i rip hearts apart like paper?
i'm thoroughly enjoying being a whore at the moment.
well, not a whore, but there's definitely a rising level of promiscuity and i enjoy it. i like being in control of things for once in my life. drew said that i'm more myself now, and as sad as it is, it's true. there's a certain air of confidence that comes with summer flings. so word to me, and word to everyone else, and word to summer.
but at the same time, i'm reverting to ohmygod i'm maggie so i have to panic and overanalyze mode, which isn't good.
but maybe . . . just maybe . . . things might work out this time.
in two days my summer will be complete: ben folds, guster, rufus wainwright and twist comes home from europe.