Long nights up listening to Jeff Buckley and the Velvet Underground, homework, busy busy. Observing the strange shapes of my fingers and toes, crying to Catcher in the Rye. Wishing I wasn't so damn hopeless. Growing to love the smell of iron bars and cigarettes. Losing hope in the human race then finding it again. Wondering why I'm not too interested in boyfriends or social gatherings. Discovering and exploring my introversion. Wondering what ever happened to Baby Jane. You know, being pretty lame. Naturally though, I am a teenager. Wondering how you guys are doing? I've drawn alot but can't ever get it to my computer, my tablet's lost it's m