i lingered around the kitchen table. i didn't want to get too close. it wasn't something i wanted to be a part of. but the curiosity was killing me. i wanted to see.

i watched fifteen year old girls snort coke. line after line. it made me feel so...disillusioned. do you want a bump? no. maybe another night. i went back into his room to smoke. i didn't want to see anymore.

the night wasn't bad. he hugged me and told me he loved me. said that he wished i expressed my feelings more often. and at 4am, i was on my way home.

juliana theory: for evangeline
feeling tipsy