the last day of highschool was nothing like i'd imagined, nor was the first day of real point pleasant summer. i figured awkward goodbye hugs and yearbook signings and pretending you'll miss everyone you always hated. instead i bounced around like a marionette guided by a most peculiar fellow... ambien is the sort of drug that makes you dreamy and romantic. i didn't really have those conversations ; that wasn't me walking your way. i feel like i am looking through a pinhole, excuse me if i seem... read more
