2013-03-23

Number 8




Awkward is a word that I use way too much. My clock tells me it's 10:32PM but it feels like 3:OOAM to me. I finally get the "Butterflies in your tummy." sentence; although I don't know if I really wanted to know about it. I am never the first and today it hit me like a bullet. 

Nothing fits but somehow nothing really feels wrong, it's all just rather confusing. There aren't many people I know who would even consider spending a day with me doing nothing. My head still hurts but luckily I have stopped shaking like a little loser on drugs. 





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