i get high every day now. with the freshman boys from the second floor. and my close friends, whom i have corrupted.

first i was doing it so i wouldn't have to think about you. because i needed to laugh a little. but now i'm just overthinking.

am i really going to call him this summer? i told him i would. but honestly, i don't want anything more than saturday night. he likes me more than i like him. i can't help that. but if he still went to school here...if he still lived down the hall, we'd be together. but he's not here anymore. he went home to maryland...the place i never want to return to. where does that leave me?

it leaves me wishing that you were here...

armor for sleep - being your walls
feeling high