nine-teen

You two are more real than us. I don't know how that makes me feel. Jen flipped me off with a frustrated smile. My blatant admiration for her was slowly wearing off. Everything brilliant tends to wear off admidst the scheme of things. Our schemes were plentiful and most of the dull time, satisfying. I'm laying naked in the tangled mess that is posing as a bed. The fan high above me is spining is such circles that my eyes can not follow. The air is warm. The sky is bright. There's a dull shade of green carressing the spirits of every object as the sun trys to penetrate the hazy blinds. I'm afraid of what tomorrow brings. Amanda. Wake up. -Amanda
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