The moon looks sick. I felt so quiet today. Finally I'm not that anxious but I still have a spitload of pages to finish by Friday and I feel like more and more keep being added on by the day.
School is giving me the bumz.
I just wanna ride bikes around in the warm night and look at the pretty parts of the city- I'm getting tired of the shitty.
Last night turned out being wouper fun even though we all felt mad bad and soggy at first. I swear it's those low expectations that produce the bestest times but they're so hard to sustain.
Waiting for things to fall into place for me. Need to practice patience more often.
As Jackson would say:
It's a loss of precious energy.