is this it?
I made a postcard today and sent it to the same place as this one. I like how it turned out. So much that I almost wanted to save it, but the whole point is to send it so I did. I was hoping to feel a weight lifting but I feel like it's the opposite. The weight of the truth just sinks in further. In a week I'll be back at school. I was really excited but now the closer it gets the more I want to run away and never go back. I don't know anything right now and if I'm there I'm supposed to know everything and I'm sick of pretending. If I just had one thing to look forward to this might be easier.
" time was passing like a hand waving from a train i wanted to be on. i hope you never think about anything as much as i think about you”