its 11:45.. PM
my sister just left for supper with her friends.
my parentsjust left for JB. yes, JB
what about me?
well.. i just got back from my grandma's hse. im sitting here, a cup of milo in one hand, sour glow worms in another.. thinking, my parents have more of something resembling a social life than i could ever DREAM of in a million years.
that was just the most depressing thought ever.
the milo doesnt taste as sweet but those glow worms are definitely getting more sour.
ah well.
at least there's some peace/

Memory seeps from my veins
And it may be empty
And weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight