senior year is not peaches and cream.
i never see you anymore,
or you,
or you (and that makes me angry)
and i never even hear from YOU.
i guess i've related it to purgatory, last year was the good life and next year is salvation and right now i'm floating in blank matter...
and its not that i want to be whiny,
sniffly, bitchy, nervous,
anxious, huffy, sadsadsad,
and it's not that i don't love the people who love me back right now and who i surround myself with, it's just that chesterfield became
stale crackers in my mouth
a movie watched one too many times
a book that grows exhausting with each page,
and while all of you made your escape
well. i'm still here.
if you want to keep the connection, i'm where i've always been.
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