and mostly i remembered being pretty fly half the time. that was how the weekends were spent.
and yet, the weekends passed along while i simply carried forward the dread. perhaps being intoxicated half the time just prolongs your burden. this is the part where i digress on about how life is never perfect. yet, that isn't the point.
i saw no fault or flaw in that. for some reason, all that sounded more convincing than an i love you. ironically, in a way.
