“I don’t know when she got so God damn fragile.”
And I’ve got no right to take my place with the human race.
Now I’m going to take my hungover ass to starbucks, then cuddle up at home with Looking For Alaska next to my fireplace and relax all day. Chris’s Boy Scout dinner tonight :)
This is scary as shit but I’m going to do it.
I dream too much. And I don’t write enough. And I’m trying to find God...
Someone stop my hands from shaking.