it's returning to a lonely cubicle of stale air, stiff and cold with the lack of life, and followed by an unchanging dark, artificial light that really just makes everything worse. its nights like these, at 3:33am that make me carefully hate montclair.
but i'll cherish the silence and fall asleep facing the skyline, with my mind drifting from day dreams to a silent slumber. i'm going to open the windows and sleep naked.
because even when things suck... there is still so much else to be happy for. good night fucking montclair.
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hey, its sara r. and i agree with how you put montclair. sometimes it's really lonely and i hate it, and i do have an empty dorm a lot as well. but i dont know, it's weird, it forces you do think other ways, i guess? i don't know, but yes.
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