fall asleep, phone in hand...

i watched the sunset on my past life today.

the sun burnt my skin when it was at high noon, and it's sure as hell pretty to watch as it sinks underneath the horizon. i press the rewind button and watch again.

my eyes are golden as i look towards the moon, so luminescent and mysterious.

and no one has ever gotten burnt in a moondance.

your old emails and correspondence found their way back into my hands. i read them and realize how stupid we were.

i hated middle school like i hated you after that summer. the goldfish was too big for the bowl. my big ideas were confined, and they hated it. i thought i was too good for it all. too mature, too cool, too smart, too amazing. i was a diva, but my brand name exterior was really just a little girl in a tacky dress wearing cheap perfume.

prima donna of the gutter.

but then again, i've always been better than you.

i look back on these tainted years, like a steady flow of pure memory cut with bad friendships and ego trips, and i hope that i will never be like that again.

never again.