Watermelon Smiles

I can't even begin to explain last week let alone remember it. All I know is that Pete, Bear, Saporta, and I rented out and trashed a hotel room on the strip. I hope nothing spilled, that secrets are still at their safest, close tot he heart. But, no one really knows. They must of forgot or something. Either way, my skin should be safe.

Spin and Jon were in Chicago at the time, and have just returned a day ago after hearing our tale through texting. Patrick came down too, rooming with Brendon as Pete rooms with me. All three seemed concerned over the fact that we decided to be stupid for once and have some fun. Though, for Patrick, it wasn't anything new. Which, almost scares me. I don't want Pete getting hurt by himself or others.

Speaking of Pete, I had him refill the Prozac. It was weird though, I asked him in front of Pat, who gave him this confused look. I'm guessing it's because Pete doesn't have a doctorate degree in meds. I'm fine though, I swear. It's just sometimes, I get really sleepy. Which, Pete said is normal, that it's ment to be like that so you don't have sleeping problems.

It's weird how cold someone's eyes can be when their touch is so warm...