3 years later
Dear L to the J,
It has been a while old friend. It is finals week, which partially explains while I've only accumlated four hours of sleep these last two days. Definitely did not manage my time well at the end of this semester. My senior year here and I'm still trying to get the hang of it. However, because I have a year left it does not feel like much of a senior year. Eh, I'll spare you my life story, and give you what made me so fond of writing in here i.e. to let thoughts spill out like tye-die cool-aid onto carpet.
This library is huge. I wonder if I have even slid my fingers across some of these personal narratives. The dust would suggest otherwise. Here's one about a trip to the zoo with a friend whose name I can't remember. The pages are empty accept for some vague drawlings of the dino land they had set up. These memories are so featureless, but they give rise to such strong feelings in my chest. It is like the feeling of the experience is captured, however, the experience itself is gone. What was the smell that morning gave off? Did we talk about anything of note?
It has been a while old friend. It is finals week, which partially explains while I've only accumlated four hours of sleep these last two days. Definitely did not manage my time well at the end of this semester. My senior year here and I'm still trying to get the hang of it. However, because I have a year left it does not feel like much of a senior year. Eh, I'll spare you my life story, and give you what made me so fond of writing in here i.e. to let thoughts spill out like tye-die cool-aid onto carpet.
This library is huge. I wonder if I have even slid my fingers across some of these personal narratives. The dust would suggest otherwise. Here's one about a trip to the zoo with a friend whose name I can't remember. The pages are empty accept for some vague drawlings of the dino land they had set up. These memories are so featureless, but they give rise to such strong feelings in my chest. It is like the feeling of the experience is captured, however, the experience itself is gone. What was the smell that morning gave off? Did we talk about anything of note?