Rendezvous
30 April 10 : 12.08 AM
Miss giggling in bed with my closest girls. Tonight I have the lamp switched on and music of the past like Ani Difranco and Janis Joplin. Reading the toughest shit I ever had to study in my life. Most of the girls I love have been in bed with me at some point in time or another (Hello, Felicia, I miss you. Please come home). Moments like this tell me I really ought to be alone, because not being alone makes me dependent and needy. Yet at the same time strangely self-sufficient. Stagnant for most part. Can hardly explain it.