went out with my friends again tonight. there’s a shackle of ice pressing between us and our final year, melting in the august heat and pooling sadly around my toes. it’s about time to grow up again. and again and again and again. stop asking me to look longer. i laugh so hard i pitch and cry, unable to get the words out. isn’t it weird how when we’re happy we can’t even hold it inside of us. that’s what i think about.