i'm not saying that the world lies or plays me for a fool;
i'm saying that i'm naive, and i really shouldn't be at close to 22.
why am i ridiculous? no. what i wrote sounds entirely emo. i have so many great people in my life, and tonight was drunken proof.
my voice is gone, but i'm thrilled to be alive. and by this, i mean that my knee didn't hurt at all tonight, and we decorated the lumberg/kubic/andrew/greg beer tree so well. i am an expert on garland after vodka shots and 2 belows.