eleventh

Here's typing on the phone, under the full moon, nursing my second drink of the night..
My 19th birthday in two days.
Here's thinking my boring social life is the brutally honest reflection of a waste of youth and maturity. Not a fan of rock music, can't find the joy in getting wasted, unable to find the beauty in alcohol... I am an utter bore. I drink long island teas for the sizzling gassiness of the coke, mojitos for the sour limes... I listen to.. Colbie caillat , not guns n roses. Don't know the lyrics to all the rock songs. What is life about?

I should return to bed soon. My temporal haven. After a nice warm shower... And a bed time read. Don't care if I'm left out of the cool crowd. Won't give a damn if the rockers won't throw me even one glance... I wanna be me. Just me.

Happy saturday, world.