loosing Esmé.

so, while on one of my many bus adventures on Friday, i left Esmé, my guitar, on a bus. somewhere. in the general Uptown/Linden Hills/Tangletown/Phelps/an

d-other-surrounding-neighborhoods-that-i-may-have-passed-through area.

and being the inattentive and horrible parent that i am, i didn’t realize that she was missing until about 9 PM on saturday. i called Metro Transit, and she has yet to be found.

this kind of hurts my soul because i WOULD loose Esmé merely days before our first anniversary. whatabitch. she could have stuck around 3 more days…. that is the denial of responsibility speaking.

frowny face with tears doesn’t even begin to cover it.

<3.

this time, a year ago…. [part 1]

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.