when it gets dark they play a different game

i understand that boys don't wait. it makes the animal in my ribcage gnaw at my "blood valve chamber" (sorry but i spent the weekend watching bad movies with my little sister, what can you expect). i just worry. i do it all the time.

it's too good. something has to be happen--there has to be a curve coming up close. and i've never um, been able to take those.

off the cliff, mb.

hm.