The past few days have been pretty eventful, and I feel like those eventfulness-ness is about to burn out as soon as school ends. Somehow, the same old end-of-quarter kind of melancholy hits me.
I actually am so annoyed at how much I want her company right now. Like chill~
^Wrote all of that before we spontaneously decided to meet up :)
Glad we can be honest, really tired now. I hope it lasts.
3 weeks older is an obvious reference to a really pertinent song 3 years older by Steven Wilson (the lead to porcupine trees); I'm pretty tipsy at this point and all I can think about is how much nicer it would be to just cuddle with Chris right now.