in addition to wanting that guy with me right now I want a few other things…namely a really fucking awesome high, good music, and pizza
know what I’m doing instead? my math study guide for the final on monday.
where’s that boy of mine when my room is this cold
I’m supposed to study for my finals but all I want to do is write, write, write
about things that have happened, things that will happen forever
about the future, the past the present the now the never, about how I am here and with this place and in this moment
but I have to stop. memorize the information they want me to know, regurgitate it over the next few days, live and die all over again and never once move from the same seated position
such a shame.