School.

Today has been such a dull day.
I would really like to just get up off this dirtied-blue swivel chair and go to my car and drive back to my house where I can have a shower and be clean and smell like Coco Chanel -Mademoiselle, mosituriser. I want to put my black velvet tracksuit pants on and go to bed where I don't have to deal with the responsibility of... people.

Elle-oh-vee-ee: definition.

There is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the standards for what you will always love about other people; even if some of these lovable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. The person who defines your understanding of "love" is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really, want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.

Harriet le spy, and I.

Passed times.

Nostalgic before bed, I have found myself wishing.

The End.