pew! pew! pew!

Oh my gosh, I'm so tired and sleepy. I shouldn't have watched that documentary.
I also splurged.. on so much food. Right now, I'm growing frustrated with this paper that I haven't even started on. I was hoping to get the damned thing done and over with so I could get it checked over by a few people. My secret is, I can't write... I can't formulate ideas and write about them properly. I lack substance.
exactly why I never pursued the arts.

In other news, I have a burning desire to just get a fake id. I want to go clubbing. But I'm just being naive. And totally selfish. So will you be my girlfriend?
Better than lying in bed alone with half a bottle of bacardi, mingling with petty thoughts on a friday night.

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I want to regret one night. Do things I would never do. Pass out on the side of the street in the rain... gloriously happy. And listen, the orchestra would be playing, sweetly serenading the other heartbeat in the stone of my belly. Just waiting to be noticed.
I want to be indestructable.
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Let's go out for some coffee, Cait <3