“You are fifteen. Sitting on the internet all night seems like a better idea than watching TV with your parents or going to an eyerollingly mainstream high school sporting event. Good work, angsty teen. Now go reapply your black eyeliner.”
I did have an artificial Homecoming. I took off half my clothes, wore too much makeup, danced my ass off, sang like Christina Aguilera , sweat my tits off and fell asleep on top off a pile of dirty laundry.
I just want companionship. I want to sing someone I love to sleep. And I want someome to tell me I’m beautiful and funny. I want to laugh. I want my friends. Where the fuck have you all gone? Key West? Chicago? Takoma? Baltimore? Costa Rica? Texas? THAILAND?
I want her back more than anything.
I want to go to Key West and Chicago and Texas and Thailand and California and Maine. I don’t want to be in Virginia for another minute.
I’ll sing you to sleep darling.