Nov 02, 2006 11:30
Lately, for no real reason, I have been looking back at past experiences.
Halloween was my first drinking experience--and the more I think back to that time, and how much fun it was, the more upset I become with this time and day.
I wouldn't change my freshman year for anything--it was one of the best years ever, and it was the least drama-free year of school--unless you make March 5 into major drama, but that just brought sadness, not hate.
Not that last year brought true hate--in the moment I may have felt hate, but in the end, it was more hurt. Same with this year--not so much the hurt, instead anger.
I feel more awkward than usual right now--I feel myself growing up, yet I am hiding in my childhood. I do not know what I want, but I know what I need. And I don't want what I need.
This Halloween was okay--it was not Freshmen year, but nothing will be that...it wasn't Sophomore year either, but that was only so great because of other things that had been going on at the time...I hope the year ends on a happy note.
Let's crash the car...me and you...a suicide...and get out of this place.