if you want to act that part for me, i think you should grow up a little bit first. maybe i'll be waiting, but i'm not ready for that. are you, even?

anyways.

these feet have walked all over this town, and they're tired. these eyes have seen eight hours worth of jewelry, and they want to stare into black. these ears are doing pretty good though. dustin kensrue always gives me the chills. his voice is even better than coffee. i may not be able to taste it, but i can feel it tingling in my bones. that's good enough. finally these things are making sense. finally i realize that i am playing music for over one hundred people on friday. the terror of that hasn't sunken in yet, but i figure i'll just settle for nerves instead. finally i don't love boys, just not as much. finally, FINALLY, i am not a little girl anymore.

goodnight, life.