IamPrincessBubblegum

Ya’ know those neon signs that don’t quite work? The ones that are lit, but have one or two letters burned out? Lights fluttering like a strobe light, trying to stay on. That’s what I feel like right now. It’s who I am these days.  Some days those letters don’t come on at all. I’m a broken down neon sign.  But three days a week that sign will light up a block. Those are the days that I’m drunk. Not in the “I had too many whiskey-sours after work” kind of way. In fact, it’s not from drinking at all. I’m drunk on Alan. He sits next to me in my Italian class. Who takes Italian, y