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I miss Kavon. I'm worried about him.
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I have a gross sore on my finger from where I burned it. I hope it doesn't leave a scar, but I have a feeling it will. Bummer.
The smell of A&D Ointment makes me really happy. It makes me think of tattoos and the times I've gotten them and needed to wear the ointment.
I've seriously been thinking about the past a lot lately. I don't know why, but it's there, getting my attention and making me go through all sorts of emotions.
I miss the 3rd floor dorm with 3 windows and my pink metal ashtray. I miss the picnic table with "2" scribbled madly all over it. I miss the strawberry smoothies with whipped cream that I had way too many of. I miss the walk from Middle St. to my classes. I miss the ceiling fan with the windchimes attached, giving my room a constant lovely sound. I miss that little cave of a room with graffiti'd walls and the bed in the corner. I miss having lunch and dinner with the same lovely friend everyday...and sometimes watching Spongebob Squarepants together afterward. I miss taking pictures of my day and posting them the moment I got home. I miss leaving iTunes running 24/7. I miss you sneaking in my window. I miss the orange bookbag from New York...the Fossil one. It had a smell that seemed exotic to me and made me feel exotic, too. I miss that garage light I kept in my closet. I miss the Yellow Rat Bastard undies I wore. I miss my betta fish. I miss so much.
It hurts to miss things this much...and to have nothing to return to...no way to revisit it. I miss those years so so much.
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I have a gross sore on my finger from where I burned it. I hope it doesn't leave a scar, but I have a feeling it will. Bummer.
The smell of A&D Ointment makes me really happy. It makes me think of tattoos and the times I've gotten them and needed to wear the ointment.
I've seriously been thinking about the past a lot lately. I don't know why, but it's there, getting my attention and making me go through all sorts of emotions.
I miss the 3rd floor dorm with 3 windows and my pink metal ashtray. I miss the picnic table with "2" scribbled madly all over it. I miss the strawberry smoothies with whipped cream that I had way too many of. I miss the walk from Middle St. to my classes. I miss the ceiling fan with the windchimes attached, giving my room a constant lovely sound. I miss that little cave of a room with graffiti'd walls and the bed in the corner. I miss having lunch and dinner with the same lovely friend everyday...and sometimes watching Spongebob Squarepants together afterward. I miss taking pictures of my day and posting them the moment I got home. I miss leaving iTunes running 24/7. I miss you sneaking in my window. I miss the orange bookbag from New York...the Fossil one. It had a smell that seemed exotic to me and made me feel exotic, too. I miss that garage light I kept in my closet. I miss the Yellow Rat Bastard undies I wore. I miss my betta fish. I miss so much.
It hurts to miss things this much...and to have nothing to return to...no way to revisit it. I miss those years so so much.