Vegas Skies.

I think that is officially my favorite song by The Cab.
It's twelve o' clock and I need your attention
It's like the alcohol making my head spin
Your scent is the rum. the room is a bottle
Keeping me hopeless 'til I wake tomorrow.

I'm guessing I should keep posting because I found more people read this than I actually thought. Though I never really post about anything very interesting. So I'm trying to think of something but coming just short. I turn 18 in 3 weeks which I guess is exciting though half my family is going to be out of the country. But I guess I'm okay with that, I mean it's just a birthday.
And if tonight ever makes a difference
The way that I feel the way that I'll remember it
I'll take this down until the glass remains
Swallow the words that I was meant to say

I re-arranged some thing in my room and I kind of like it. Mostly just the stuff on my walls and mainly just above my computer desk. I'm trying to pack Seth's stuff up because I'm just sick of being in my room but I don't want to give it back and I can't just hide it in the back of my closet like I did with Zachary's. Thank god for Nene because she said she'd hold on to it until I was ready to have it back. Though I'm dragging my feet at packing it up. Sighs. I'm hopeless sometimes.
Say goodnight our first goodbye
I've only got forever and forever is fine
Just take your time
We'll stop the clock together
And know that the timing was right

I hate having so much time to think on the weekends. I tend to myself sick to my stomach when I think too much. I've been laying around staring at my ceiling thinking about this or that. Sometimes it's good thinking, other times it isn't. I loved how Esme told me to not beat myself up too much yesterday because she knew I would. I laughed. Some people just know me too well...and I'm okay with that. Shizuka (Yeah I found you a nickname) gave me some advice without even trying the other day. I realized I cannot start running just because of fear. So I'm sticking around for him until the day when he hurts me, which I pray never comes, and then I'll leave.
All of these guards they stand tall and defensive
Putting up walls around what was once innocent
It won't let me in, but I'm stronger than that
'Cause you stole my eyes and I've never looked back

I should probably go do some homework. Blah.