fade, new year's
2007-12-31 - 9:52 p.m.
I can hear Brian laughing and some beat going on; part of me wishes I were out there, hitting on my girlfriend and behaving spectacularly, the other part (more than half) is enjoying the solitude. The other part really likes being antisocial. The other part says fuck new year's, I don't like drinking that much anyway, and this shit tastes too much like purple grape anyway.
I don't feel like existing anymore...just kind of want to fade.
Me.