One
Monday, April 1, 2013
It's already so warm out. The seasons make me feel so odd. I already feel nostalgic. It makes me think of last year, or high school. Of running to catch the bus. Am I the same person? Or am I changing? I want to shut down. I never really change do I? I only take long detours. In the end, I'm right back where I started. I want to disappear. Dying is too scary, so I'd just like to be invisible. Staying in my room is the closest I'll ever be to that. Bye for now.
