no one makes sense to me;

the exhilaration of ditching class;
the panic over a fight;
the urge to get in a fight;

stuff I never understood;
till this week. I ditched, for the first time.
My heart was thumping a million miles a minute. And I was sure I was dead meat.
But I got away with it. :)
I cussed someone out this week, and it was awesome.
Which is very unme.
Valentine's day is surely and steadily nearing.
and I must ready myself for the delisciously ridiculous materialism!