I don’t really like parties.
I mean, I enjoyed myself,
But I spent most of my time in my friend’s room, smoking and having a good time.
Everyone downstairs were dancing and yelling.
I stood next to a very attractive guy and girl and listened to them cut down and critique every person around. It was really uncomfortable. All they had to say about me is my hair is cool, and I’m fairly androgynous. That’s cool I suppose.
My friend ended up necking on the couch with her birthday boyfriend.
And I text in the rain alone.
I like it that way.