(even when im alone)
i procrastinate about doing homework then end up sitting outside, reading, inhaling, laughing.
i bet every betty who reads one of his novels thinks "i could be that crazy broad hes banging" ditto!
as a side note... i feel like my brain is broken. i feel like im back at towerridge lying at the end of gracey and james's bed, like their naughty, destructive foster child, still wasted from last night, having epiphanies and scrawling across pages in messy writing.
i feel too old too act so childish.
but damn, sometimes it feels GEWD.
being hung over is so gay and reflective.