it’s frightening to think that during first semester, i stayed up until 4 a.m. every night and woke up every morning at 8 for class. and it’s interesting to consider i wasn’t out anywhere, i was only at my computer writing words.

..tonight i feel like i’m in the past and it’s all too real.
i wish my hair was grown out again and i was having a rum and pepsi before a tegan and sara show.
or else maybe that i was at a house party sitting on a pretty redhead’s lap, talking about room renovations, or perhaps that i was on a back porch smoking a cigarillo and getting caught kissing through the back window.

i think sometimes the best way to cope with change is just to ignore it for a while and pretend you’re still in the past. well, i wouldn’t really call that coping, but it does get rid of the anxiety for a while.