Sometimes I catch myself missing things that don’t exist anymore.


It makes me both happy and sad. But it’s okay. That’s life, right?

It's a collection of fleeting moments that come and go and cannot be replicated. 

But what do we do with all these memories? Especially the ones with people who aren't in our lives anymore.

Idek, it's so weird. 

I’ve been thinking a lot about my past. The people that were in it, and the crazy shit I’ve done. It’s funny because it feels like I’m recalling someone else's memories. 

The times I stayed out partying till morning, then proceeding to get pancakes and lunch, skinny dipping off the shores of the Caribbean, hitching rides from strangers

—we were stupid, but we were never tired, or scared, or worried. 

And now that is all I feel. Constantly. 

Scared about the state of the world, worried about my future, and too tired to choose to go to a party versus staying in with Netflix. 


Things are always changing. People come and go, and classes eventually end. Like one of my favorite people expressed once,  life unites as well as separates us.

I look at my friends and the people I love, and we’re all growing up so fast. It's fucking scary.

I don't even know how we ended up here, but here we are.

We're Fresh Meat once again, but this time it's in the real world.