heyrabbit
I filled it with everything you like. Nail polish, a wooden puzzle of a dinosaur, all the movies we'd talked about. It was mostly a joke... At least, that's what I said when I got to your place and you laughed. I wasn't that excited to hang out...
I don't know how I got to this point, where I can't look back without getting angry. The memories should make me stronger, make me feel like it was a learning experience. Make me see how good all the bad did in shaping me. This is me now, thanks to the past. I should be grateful for the pain. It was worth it, right? But, I just remember and my fists clench.
The water was low, the temps were high. With a grimace, he raised the canteen over his hand and tilted it upside-down. What few drops revealed themselves quickly dissolved into the dry cracks of his palm.
I'm lighting the torch and leaving this behind. Being a waste of space. Being a follower. It's over. I'm guiding myself toward something better, though I can't see ahead.
The floors of my apartment as covered in a thin layer of cat hair. There was dishes in the sink from last week. Laundry to be done. I was never a domestic.
"I know you don't like the beach, but it could be fun," she said.
"I like the beach," I exclaimed. "I just don't like bathing suits."
I imagined my discomfort among this group of Los Angeles friends. I was the obvious new kid from across the country, where it's cold and a girl could easily misinterpret her own size under the weigh of coats and scarves.