all hope is lost
I stalk the streets of Westwood on a thirsty thursday night. I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t at some sorry party on a thursday night at about this time. Thursday had become that excuse I always needed this late in the week. It didn’t help that I had only Astro 3 on fridays.
I wasn’t going anyway. I skipped most of my classes this week.
I think I’m in that akward phase again. Not the pre-pubescent one that is uncomfortable with the self, but a mid-life one in which doubts haunt all of the surroundings. Please take me back. I want new sensations again. I want love. I want surprise.