Things I’ll miss most.
Mainly I’ll miss how fun and simple MTA was, and how close I got with my new family.
I won’t miss being sick on Valentine’s Day, but I will miss the night I ran into Elizabeth. How strangely perfect the universe aligned in that one night.
I’ll miss you a ton, I’ll miss the Kendrick Lamar album I (at the time) regretted so much. I’ll miss the first night we all watched a movie at my house, and the first Spring Break Danner and I spent entirely together. Orange beach, you’re not ready for round two.
I’ll miss you the most, I believe. It was such a bittersweet time. Everything slowed down, never was I too stressed. The month I realized manual labor isn’t so bad, as long as you get to stand in the wings and watch Grease from another point of view. So many friends made, so many connections shot so fast. And the nights we spent in Gatlinburg, just talking and wrestling until 3 in the morning.
The most I’ll miss about you is how great it felt to listen to all that new music. How wonderful it was to longboard and listen to all that new Front Bottoms, Man Overboard, and Wonder Years. How I remember crying over The Office coming to an end, and stuffing my face after swim team tryouts. I remember Chacos and how I ran around the school with you, goofing off and having the time of our lives every A day last block.
You were such a shitty month. Sure, I had Zoo Camp and those kids to keep me feeling happy. But after that, and after that shed was finished being painted, I had nothing. I lost her, she went away. I had Texas that one weekend, I remember I slept. I was probably awake for a total of 4 hours in Texas, I spent the whole weekend there. I realized how to love things a lot better that weekend.
Fuck you, man. You screwed me up big time. Literally the only good thing about you was that Late In The Playoffs album that dropped at the very beginning of the month. Vancouver was gorgeous, I’d kill to spend my life there. And Alaska was the best and worst of times. Only the worst of times when we hit mainland again, really. And some more poor decisions that led me to rolling your house (you found out today, actually) and rolling some other things..
All good things must end. Not only the summer, but also you and me. Whatever that was. But new things began, and my mind got better. I was happy again, maybe I could shake things off. I found you, Gabe.
Honestly the most uneventful month, but Holy crap, could life be any better? I just know I’ve never done so well, at our relationship and MY GRADES! Wow. So proud. What’s with all this great music anyways?!
1 whole year. And I told you everything, and you still stuck with me. I also became undead. I also spent many Saturdays sweating off more than I thought I had in me. And The Walking Dead once again consumed my life. I lost you, Gabe. Come home soon, if you ever find your way.
Could you be any sweeter? What a fantastic time you had, keeping me happy. You gave me Dramafest, I gave you the opportunity to see me wearing pants. What more could a month ask for? Also, never forget. Charleston, and those sweet sweet people who ran that B&B. I want to die there some day.
Here I am now. I don’t know why I’m so sad again, but I’m back down. I believe I’m more scared of dying than anyone else on this planet. I don’t know why I try so hard to stay friends, I just want to have someone to talk to I guess? I hate you for building me up so much and being the one to make me fall. And I’m sorry I have doubts, but in two years what does it matter? Bah humbug, I’m done with school. One more week and my mind has shut off.
Don’t screw me over.