Looney.

I was thinking about number twelve today. I have been a lot lately. It's funny you know, after so long. This isn't normal, I'm well aware of that.
It's a Saturday night. What do most normal university students who don't work on a Saturday night do? They go out with their friends and party and have fun and don't think about anything other than having a good time. What do I do? I sit in my bed, watching Grey's Anatomy doing homework thinking about how many Saturday nights I spent with my ex-boyfriend doing exactly this. I keep turning my head, looking beside me. It's like I expect him to just be there, reading and doing homework two feet away. It's funny you know, I'm pretty much a crazy person.