i was a shy college freshman, scared shitless of her teachers.
i was away from home, but safe with my friends.
i was busy meeting new people and laying the foundations of a strong friendship with 5 beautiful people.
i was in awe of the people i went to school with.
i was fucking healthy.
i have to take medicine for the next few months.
i have to exercise and watch what i eat.
i am a grade school teacher, jaded and each and every day annoyed at the selfishness and self-centeredness of today’s youth.
i feel shitty, for i am broke and nearly homeless. (don’t effin ask)
how can ten years bring so much grief?