Love is, like, really important. It's good to be loved. Even if it's only for one night.

We were all still friends then. She was finishing up working in the darkroom while the rest of us waited in the lobby. It was almost Day of the Dead and they had all these beautifully decorated and elaborate altars. We saw chocolate and some of us ate a few pieces before we realized it was probably some kind of offering. I think everything went downhill from there.

Life's too short not to make a move.

You can only play along for so long.

What the fuck do I have to do to get your attention?

Tonight was refreshing.

This past summer during one of the last days of my class she and I left the library and wandered around the school looking at the galleries and things. We ended up outside under this tree and she drew branches while I watched all the cars go by. Neither of us really minded the silence until I told her I had a crush on him and she didn't seem too surprised and left the subject alone after a few comments. I just sat there for a little bit longer and stared at the sun shining through the trees until it hurt my eyes and we decided to go back inside.

Everyone's going out tonight.

These dreams are so vivid they have to mean something. When I looked into your eyes and touched your face it felt so much like you were really there. My subconscious mind is becoming my new getaway. Waking up feels more and more like a chore everyday.