illusion of life

on the bus back from canada i decided i would stop being 16 because i thought i changed, but here i am writing in diaryland listening to rilo kiley and wearing a 3-yr-old band tshirt. sucks feeling like (being) a no-lifed loser sober, roommate's high gets hit on talked to, i sit in a (very stylish) corner and read shit because no better plans for a saturday night.