Champagne Showers

Been partying way to much these days... To think I thought I was over this non-stop partying crap. I feel 18 all over again. But there's too much Chivas and Jäger in my system and my body is showing signs of aging.

Selegie with those wingmanz in a bit. Hungry...!

Farewell Fire

I can still think of a hundred ways to meet you again, my cheeks still wet from all the crying, words all burnt out. But that's never going to happen. I'm only left with this dull lingering heartache that eroded every single ounce of joy that came my way...

All I really want to do right now is be grown up. Get past this awkward stage of easing into adulthood, watching everyone ease awkwardly in. Attempts to impress, dress, drive, date, try, and try, and try, god it is so tiring watching it, feeling like I'm not a part of it, not being able to decide if I want to be a part of it.

This is the end of touch, the beginning of sound and words and maybe sight until we meet again. Someday. In the future further than future. It hurts.

Now you see me

These days I feel like I have been floating around in some sort of cantankerous bubble wrap... Unhappy, angry and bitter. I'm trying to think about little things, little things like -- winning a battleship battle in Salvo, late night phone calls, watching cat videos over and over again with my comforter cover tickling my throat.

I don't know why but thinking about little things calm me down. They seem so minuscule, out of context, incongruous with the larger messier busy rushy picture with schoolwork, buses to catch, Adult Things To Do. The month of June sucked to high heavens and I wish with whatever puny might I have that June didn't happen.