eight february
eleven : forty-eight a.m.

up til six : twenty a.m. just talking.

remember that boy from two days ago? forget him. now, it's his friend. and i don't understand. i'm not that girl. i'm not like this.

but i want to be. just for a night, or a week. i want to do something for me and not feel guilty. i want to be the one taking advantage. i want to be selfish and deceiving and conspiring.

just like everyone else.

"it is a false thing, craving intensity when you want comfort."

i know. i know.

but.

music : boysetsfire (ricky's)
literature : nothing
fixation : weather; sleep; coffee; boys