this time a year ago….
i was finding shoes to match my prom dress.
i memorizing the prologue from “the canterbury tales” for IB English.
i had just finished reading “the fountainhead” for the 3rd time, in preparation of my IB English Oral.
i met WTL.
i was trading yearbooks during passing time, and writing down stories and memories in immortalized pages.
i was dreading graduation.
i was afraid to be 18.
i was crying myself to sleep every night because of 4/13/07.
i left my first secret in a public place: written on the lid of a McDonald’s cup, left in the uptown Caribou.
i wasn’t sure of who i was, or what i wanted from life, let alone college
i was a completely different person.
<3.
