cry..mope around, turn the music way up.. write stories usually about me being somewhere where it's sunny.. use my imagination alot.. make up fantasies involving my boyfriend so i can make them come true when he comes home.. go to sleep
or i'll smoke a joint with a friend and laugh at people.. who wear bright purple/green shiny sweatpants that trip and fall down the skytrain stairs while one hand is holding a pot over thier head like a hat, the other hand giving himself a wedgie