three february
twelve : forty-four p.m.

i don't want to hear her television over the music coming through my headphones. i don't want to hear them laughing.

i don't want to have grown up like she says i have. i want to go back. i want to sleep in and stay out late and be irresponsible.

there's so much to be done.

music : "suede scars and promises" by jeremy enigk
literature : nothing
fixation : ups and downs