The long awaited finale, the end of days, the fare-thee-wells at the end of our life.
What am I going to do with myself now? I'll work my days away through a haze of Celexa and no-cigarrettes. So much for promises, and the I swear I won't leave you, words from hot summer days sitting in the dirt arguing about life and smoking ourselves away. Smoking ourselves away, that's how it's supposed to be.
I have two months to decide whether or not I want to come back to Ainlay. Should I? to be a drone or not be a drone, that is the question.
This summer I'm going to absorb myself into Lana Turner and Bridgette Bardot's movies, all balck and white films, movies about blind women and thier dutiful crimes of passion for their children. Movies about lesbian teenage girls that fool eachother into a ridiculous love and then end up trying to kill eachother. That's what my summer's going to be like. I've vowed to perpetually be single. Strong like the vikings, we dont need anyone but ourselves.
