ramblez

I'm scared to death of failure. This weekend is a blur, I danced to mod reggae under the yellow light of the jasper stoop. Nobody should ever go barefoot on the floor of a college dorm, almost positive that I stepped in vomit. My first year of college is ending. I'm scared to death of failure. I love nights the best, and I'm concerned for a friend. My heart is racing as a result of prescribed amphetamines. I should stop reading craigslist.