Tonight I'm looking out my window at the waning gibbous moon, I haven't called James or Brandon. They both called me but I told mom that I wasn't taking phone calls tonight. The moon is really beautiful, it keeps drifting between the clouds or the clouds keep drifting past the moon. I'm not sure, it feels like everything is drifting.
I finished all my math homework earlier, now I'm listening to the Banshees and painting my nails black. Mom hates that I paint my nails black. She's always saying that when she was my age she didn't spend nearly as much money as I do because she did everything free and easy. "We had free love" she says "and we'd have big pot lucks and everyone would bring lots of beer and nobody worried about the color of their nails."
Sometimes I can't believe I came from that.
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