Feeling rebellious. That’s the time for listening to The Runaways, put on the leather belt and white dress jacket, and smoke through the window although that’s not allowed.
Make me wanna die. Don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation. That's what I love about you, you don't care the same way other people do and you're just as fucking crazy as I am. Discussed what our relationship was with S, and I realized I'm actually missing you. We need to get drunk together again and have violent drunk sex just because. But before that, we'll start a fucking riot in town, being drunk only like we can. This is starting to sound like a declaration of love or stupid song lyrics, but I have a feeling you'll end up with a place in my heart.
