I'm pulling a train...

as in I refuse to stop even though you're on the tracks. What did you think I meant?

I'm living for winter break. I want to be home. Where there are no clocks (literally) and time doesn't matter at all because you have nowhere to go. Hamilton. Old friends, new crushes, barbecue sauce and tabasco. Where I haven't wasted 4 hours by reading a book. They weren't wasted damnit, I was reading, no such thing as wasting time. I hate time.