puddle.

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i tend to fall in like with all these boys that i shouldn't, either because of age or innocence or indifference.

fuck.



to recap the week,
on monday... i don't remember what i did on monday.
but i do remember that i didn't sleep since i remember the colors in my room turning lighter and lighter, watching them as i listened to sigur ros...
and on tuesday, i didn't do anything special, but i came home at around 3am, took a shower, worked some more and then went to school, slept for around an hour during 0-1 period. the teachers didn't say anything, go figure.
fuck physics.
then on wednesday, i didn't come home until 5 because i was studying. on thursday i didn't come home at all. i studied until 2-ish, then rick picked me up and took me to csuf where white people supposedly accumulate and drink and smoke pot in the restroom. then we went to the arboretum around 4-ish and climbed a tree, talked for roughly 45 minutes before going to his house. i spent the rest of the night there and he took me for coffee and then school.
and on friday i crashed, having had two hours of sleep since monday and around 3 packs of cigarettes and a few light beers.
it has not been a very good week.