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Maybe it's working at Jays or listening to acoustic music. Maybe it's longing for friends or making schedules. Maybe it's the old feelings of frustration and longing. Maybe it's the fires.
Whatever the cause, I'm drowning in nostalgia. Memories of TCBY and the falling out, of EGHS, of boys, of nights at Wal-Mart, LAN parties are sinking my heart and overpowering my ability to get away and be the Karalyn so established, successful, and loved at FSU.
I feel like turning back. Calling old friends who have slipped to enemies. I don't know. But my stomach wont stop turning, grinding through the memories. Beaches, the lake at sunset, the stadium at sunrise as the sky was painted orange and flaming pink and I felt the wind passing through my body lifting me up, my strength.
Nick, Nate, the parties, the betrayals. Who knew.
Whatever the cause, I'm drowning in nostalgia. Memories of TCBY and the falling out, of EGHS, of boys, of nights at Wal-Mart, LAN parties are sinking my heart and overpowering my ability to get away and be the Karalyn so established, successful, and loved at FSU.
I feel like turning back. Calling old friends who have slipped to enemies. I don't know. But my stomach wont stop turning, grinding through the memories. Beaches, the lake at sunset, the stadium at sunrise as the sky was painted orange and flaming pink and I felt the wind passing through my body lifting me up, my strength.
Nick, Nate, the parties, the betrayals. Who knew.