


i miss Alex, i miss Alex, i miss Alex. i say this to him everyday over telephone wires and loud music, "i miss you, i miss you." i spend my days at school, wanting to be home in bed with him or exploring street corners and random dives, unable to hold information in my mixed up ++ upside down head/brain/cranium! my grades are up! then down! i just need time to breath--any time I find myself sleeping or doing something other than concentrating on school I'm feel gulity. pressure pressure pressure to do well. i don't want to fail.
let's go bowling! let's go see films! let's go buy shit! i lust lust lust for knickknacks for the house, clothing, delicious healthy food, gifts for my babylovebugz, a hair cut, flowers, and time time time! i repeat in threes.
i think i need to stop smoking so much hookah and Maryjane & i think i need my lovely friends in my life more.























