as quickly as speech day has come and gone, so has the weekend, and i'm thrown back into a world that is foreign. now it seems there's nothing to live for, because the only thought that kept me going for the year has come and gone.

so i cried myself to sleep. for the world i knew and lost, and for the world i'm lost in.

now i count the days to the class reunion, when this pain will be tmporarily elevated.

scribbled
6:24 PM