Tonight it's raining and the pitterpatter of romance and lethargy fills the sky. I fixed my damp hair up into a clip before we went but it didn't make a difference; I am still hideous; marduke, before or after the between world, it doesn't matter. Cut off half my face and use it for rags. I shoulds stop referring to books, I know, but sometimes reading is the only escape. It's almost like going out without leaving your bedroom, elves and kings and men with violet eyes; I am saved. For the time being. School again tomorrow, the ongoing cycle. Celery sticks, musty books and high pitched laughter. Oh, these are the best years of our lives. R bought a formal dress. Oh, how fucking punk. I don't really know why I'm friendly with her, we aren't at all right for eachother. I need another lost soul to latch on to, to join the search party.