“It’s the way people try not to change that’s unnatural. The way we cling to what things were instead of letting things be what they are. The way we cling to old memories instead of forming new ones. The way we insist on believing, despite every scientific indication, that anything in this lifetime is permanent. Change is constant. How we experience change, that’s up to us. It can feel like death, or it can feel like a second chance at life. If we open our fingers, loosen our grips, go with it, it can feel like pure adrenline. Like at any moment we can have another chance at life.”—
I died a little on the inside when you showed up at Savers tonight. I wanted to throw up all over your ugly fucking sweatshirt that you’ve been wearing every time I’ve seen you since the 7th grade. I hated you hugging me. I hate you. It didn’t surprise me at all that you were with three girls. You are still the same old you.
I don’t even know why this got under my skin so much.
My plastic license finally came in the mail today.
It’s a shame that the only thing I can do is hold it in my hands while I sit in the rental car that I can’t even drive. The same rental car that I am forced to have for two more weeks because my car got smashed by someone. The same someone who apparently found the concept of stopping at a stop sign to be far too complex. Stupid bitch.