Damn girl

I get honorary certificates for not drinking on weekdays, medals for giving my friends rides to places, commemorative plates for taking showers, glass trophies for going to work, and a lifetime achievement award for being happy for you.

I wrote that in my facebook, but since I usually delete stuff in there with out a thought other than "that is old and needs to be changed," I decided to keep a copy of it here.

I found an old pair of faux-bans in the street, complete with orange, arms? what are those things called? the folding parts. Anyway, they were missing a lens and covered in dirt, and I had walked by them before on my way to school so I just grabbed them, popped the other one out, and wore them until i got close enough that someone might see me. My friend told me that she knew a guy who rocked lensless like it was his job. He worked at.. steve madden? no, louis vuitton, so I guess he was close.

Big frames are in. They are hot right now. Gotta get 'em right though. Get em wrong, and you will lose all your friends (to the one who got it right). And then you will think "why did i do that?" and there will be no one, not even your own consciousness there to answer you, because you have drank so much that you stumble into you bed, and only get one leg out of your pants before your body stops trying and you curl up a little bit. you begin to think about the night, and soon enough, you realize that you are okay, and you stretch out, glance at the ceiling, smile, and a laugh the smallest laugh to yourself. "i don't care if I don't have any friends anymore," you think "those glasses were expensive."

edit: and then you feel your eyes swelling with warm tears, and as you squint and they crawl down your cheeks, you keep your eyes shut, and decide that it'd be best to keep them closed, at least, for the rest of the night. You place your hands on your chest, and think about going to sleep. The thought that you probably look like you would in a coffin crosses your mind, but that's stupid.