Saturday. Nothing is new. Nothing. Well, except for my parents coming home and buying a huge tank-like motorcycle. That was interesting. Don’t much want to go to work tommorrow.
I hate smiling, you know? Doesn’t feel natural for Mr. Apathetic. I figured out why it is that I stand back a bit from you — the closer you are, the more beautiful and the more I want to kiss you. It’s a safeguard. Don’t do anything stupid.
I like this leather jacket.