what a great nap, i feel totally disoriented and i’m frothing with hate
as she regurgitated glass after glass of alcohol from her system
spewing fresh, warm youthful grossness all over the school lawn
and I held her, tying and retying her hair and urging her as positively as my awkward soul could manage, “yeah, get it all out!” (and where did all her friends run off to?)
I felt kind of.. jaded. not that I’m any better than anyone else my age. I was throwing up on the street less than a week ago. accidentally let the sads creep in as I chugged wine at a party.
but I can’t get as into it anymore. haven’t figured out exactly why yet.