how did I get here?
how does a normal 19 year old boy, who maybe isnt the cutest but certainly pure in heart/intentions, wind up sleeping on a love seat in his girlfriend's apartment? Who decided that her sister is a more qualified candidate for bed sharing? Why is the Album Leaf's "In A Safe Place" so good? Will my neck be stiff when i wake up? How cold does this apartment get at night? It was warm before, when there was someone else to provide heat while sleeping, but tonight is a horse of a very different color (black). Did she not like the flowers? Maybe the candles were too much? So what is left to do now? Go downstairs and chainsmoke? It's fucking freezing outside.
The more I stare at a computer or the lights in the ceiling, the more my contacts rebel against my resistance to blinking and they choose a form of protest which involves mimicking the sahara.
There are suitcases piled in the corner, filed with clothes and cameras and hairgel and other material posessions so requisite for survival that they are hauled everywhere with an unwavering acceptance of this commercial burden.
I'm tired of school
I'm tired of my family
I'm tired of life
I'm tired.
(I'm sorry this post was so emo).
