There goes any chance I may have had, down the drain. You and your goddamn pencil. Next time, remind me to check you for any projectiles before I take you out in public. Don’t cry; he’s only the love of my life.
Anne once told me you leapt like a gazelle, only minus the grace. That’s fine with me; you don’t need to have grace to be beautiful. I think that I would very much like to see you leap like a clumsy gazelle.
I strike a match and hold it to my cigarette, hoping to God I won’t be caught. I cannot deal with another lecture from Brookes. Who does he think he is? My fucking father? All I want is a damn nicotene fix!
Dancing in the cool night air barefoot. It’s not too hot, it’s not too cold. It’s just right. And the clouds in the sky are almost as beautiful as the freedom surging through my limbs as I flail about with the strangers whom have quickly become my friends.
I feel like I’m about to collapse. I cannot remember ever feeling so drained; physically or emotionally. This is why I shouldn’t be allowed to plan my underage friends’ baby showers. It makes me want to give mankind a beating.
The humidity is killing me. I’m sweating like a man, and it feels a good fifteen degrees hotter than it really is. The swamp cooler doesn’t do shit in weather like this. And these fans are driving me out of my goddamn mind.
I called her shallow once. She still hasn’t forgiven me. That was two years ago. Everytime we get into a fight, she throws it in my face. It’s true, though. She has no thoughts that don’t consist of boys or food. She’s very shallow.
I would like to go for a drive right now. It’s rainy and it’s not too hot, and the day has been horrible. Maybe I’d get in the car and drive forever. Or maybe not forever, but until I got to Seattle. Yes, a drive would be nice. If I only had my license.
Pause. Just take a minute to think through what you’re doing. This has happened too many times before. Don’t take that drink from his hand. Don’t take a hit off his joint. Don’t take off your pants. Don’t do it. Just take a minute to think.
I don’t wear shoes unless absolutely necessary. Why should I stifle my feet like that? I need to feel. Be it concrete, asphalt, carpet, sand, or tile, I love nothing more than the feeling of walking with bare feet.