oh, insomnia. you do me wrong.
last night confetti stuck to my skin.
i drank straight from the bottle.
i fell in love with queer boys.
we danced better than at least half the people in there.
oh. AND i broke my phone.
(which was a big downer, but was kind of a good thing)

i have 8 days until i move in.
havent started packing.
havent registered for classes.
but i feel weirdly calm.
i am SO terribly optimistic about the days to come.

and i have a really weird feeling about someone new.
like some strong energy not even knowing theyre about to stumble on our doorstep.
ive been dreaming up a storm. lets just say that.
and all of it having absolutely nothing to do with you. :]