You’re always haunted by the idea you’re wasting your life.
I read this just two pages ago in the novel. It’s from Diary.
3:07am here. Good morning, good afternoon, good evening, good night — to all you lovelies depending on your location :3. Boyfriend is sleeping/snoring. I’m being totally productive on Tumblr. Changed my URL - not that many shall notice! Hopefully :) I’ma smoke a few more. Jump into bed and snuggle up next to Boy and read more of How to Cook Your Daughter: A Memoir. <3