i stopped caring about life in general. living vicariously, counting down the days until a new semester will begin, and we'll go through all this once again. summer will have to be cherished. and then one more year, and we'll be shipped off to bigger places, to meet strangers and giggle at their stupid jokes and not know their past and pretend to be something we're not. so put on your fake eyelashes. laugh a little. get intoxicated and then...and then....i'm not looking forward to college.
but i guess a change will be good and i don't have to worry about it now and even when i get there, i'd still be the same and nothing will change except their faces.
yes. liz. i can write without looking. the secret talent has been revealed.
i can also burn cloth while making ramen? who wants to see that!?
eeh....
-g1