absinthe

Tra la la ...

I'm at my friend Cat's house now, avoiding my messy apartment and it's solitaryness.

I'm sad about a boy ... guess that's the way life goes ... it's just hard, sometimes, now that I'm so close to moving away, thinking how maybe this or that kiss could be the last one, any given conversation could be goodbye. And that I'll really be gone, for real, gone in another state. Sometimes people really do run out of chances. I know, I'm young, I have all the time in the world, blah blah, but I don't really feel that way.