eyeliner pentagram

playing guitar at 4am and listening to folkpunk at 7am and hoping my apartment-mates are heavy sleepers. talking with a boy in eyeliner and a pentagram ring about just taking off somewhere and not telling anyone. skipping class to spend 4 hours in a panera next to a sleeping homeless woman. wondering if there’ll ever be a day where we’re actually okay or at least making some progress.
—  J.H.