Damn it, I think way too much.
This is my reaction to that one wise-cracking shit in the back of class, you know the one.
I want you, you stupid bitch muffin. <3
OMG, you’re beautiful, omg.
I had a dream about you last night. It wasn’t particularly memorable except that you were there. I worry about you.
Let’s just share a cigarette and talk about how pretty the night sky is. Everything else is a distraction from the magnificent, from the truly beautiful; and out here, with the moon threatening to become whole, I wonder why we can’t let go of our worries. At least, for a little while.
All of my friends are in love with each other. It’s weird because I have nothing right now. I feel like the designated driver in this emotional plain.
I’m the purple one.
Purple all the way.