THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
I had a psychic premonition today.
In the middle of the day, I start thinking about what would happen if they put our school in lockdown- for a shooting outside, something.
And then, sitting after school, all of a sudden, helicopter, ten plus police cars and the security guards shuffling off to the gym for "safety reasons".
The weather's also incredibly nice. June gloom is my favorite.
Everyone else feels depressed.
It just means the precipice of some great good, it's the time when all your stupid memories are made.
I'm increasingly confused at the idea of romance, lately. I also don't understand why people think I'm frightening.
I guess it doesn't even matter.