it's 3AM, she won't put out.

with all his random escapades he doesn't even know how he's managed to get so boring. maybe he started having fun too young, maybe he needed to establish a better relationship with people that he had to actually try to get along with in order to keep the fun going. somehow he's managed to stop the majority of even the sober fun, the playing on playgrounds and climbing trees, the conversations that make compete sense to only the two of you. he's managed to make it so that he can only have that kind of fun on special occasions. he misses those days of constant entertainment, constant fun, constant reminders of just how much he was living as much as he possibly could. he misses the confidence to just live without regrets, without over-thinking every move. all he's asking for is a little bit of that confidence to make that kind of fun happen again.  with the minutes counting down until he's not allowed to eat for 30 hours, he finding everything so much more inviting. he's just hoping he can watch the clock closely enough to stop eating at midnight.  <3 <3