City & Colour and a late night are the worst concoction for contemplation. It's almost impossible to verbalize how I feel or what I'm thinking. Instead all the saddest songs are the easiest to relate to, and trying to forget is like trying to turn back time. I ate Nutella on toast for dinner and got my ass kicked at football. I ache so badly and my knees are scraped, a summer of bruise-less legs is a thing of the past and I'm waiting to be thrown face-first into fall. I want school to start so I'm mentally pre-occupied. Being sans educational-stimulation makes me over-pensive and generally irate. Instead of working out answers for myself I spend mind-torturing hours looking for them in the worst places.
I've picked up new tastes for copious amounts of ice tea and not wearing a bra.
I wish home had something to offer me other than feeling alone.
'Bring me your love tonight, no I am not where I belong.'
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