Wednesday, June 1, 2011
wind knocked out
I should have counted the days, because isn't this a surprise?
No more finals. No more Mondays. No more dusty trophy case and pretending to examine it because I feel bad that no one ever looks. No more pretty senior boys. No more new-red-carpet-smell. No more perfect locker #1190.
Just one last love letter in someone's yearbook, and I think they're ugly anyway.
There's summer, but that's temporary. There's senior year, but that's a joke.
I'm all grown up now. Hardly seventeen-years-old and my life seems very small and very large all at once.
I don't even know what this means. How could I forget so many days? I can't remember February. I barely remember last week.
And then I got an iPhone.