Just One More Day

Why would anyone want to read this book? Just because girl on girl is hot? Truth be told, I'm not even sure she's all there, but a little bit of crazy can be very enticing; you certainly can never be assured of a calm day. Granted, a little calm isn't too bad every once in a while, especially when you have to put up with a friend who probably should've been diagnosed with A.D.D. years ago, just so the rest of us can get a little break when she medicates. I don't want to talk about her, though; no, my thoughts are revolving around the beautiful long-haired brunette whose very presence is a balm to the pain shattering throughout my soul. Don't get me wrong; I'm just an ordinary college student - I think we all have pain of some kind or another, brutally destroying the innocence of our youth in order to allow the inner adult to stride forth from the ruins with the ash of smothering childhood nightmares clinging tenaciously to our newly sensitized skin. The following is just the artistic rendering of my story, which, unfortunately, had to be put into words, which is not my strongest suit; I just want to be drawing, you know?