hot shower, cold night, cold mind

"I need to get out of here" he thought. Why did I take 3 tylenolPM? "I need to get out of here." He pressed the gas harder. "I need to get out of this car, get out of my clothes, get out of my mind. Into bed, where I might escape." It was mostly silent except for the small amount of midnight traffic that moved about. The stereo was on, AUX was illuminated in a harsh orange light that touched the edges of his soft pale skin and black pants. Black, its always black. The stereo was on, projecting an inaudible static, as if to remind him of the quiet he traveled in. "I need to get out of here" he spoke soft and low to nobody. It helped. Helped him remember that nobody cared. Everybody else was too sick of him, or at least everyone who mattered most. He sighed and clicked off the stereo, destroying the glow of its display along with it. Very quiet, now dark inside the cabin. "I wish it was raining" again, to an empty audience.

My Life, My Afternoon

eating macaroni, listening to madonna, studying religious philosophy, and wondering why its so hard to make friends at school.

I Love Her

I really do, and I wanted the internet to know it.