Two months until my 20th birthday. It’s hard to believe this year is already half over.
A few minutes ago, as Allen and I were walking back from the Cafeteria, a pair of blonde girls passed by us. One looked at me and said “hey” as she smiled. I didn’t know them, but that will stick with me for a while.
Last night was distressing after Sherry and Shannon got back. They told me all about their adventurous weekend and about how drunk they got. They used a lot of bad language and acted really immature. I thought Sherry was turning around. Perhaps she is, but it takes time.
I don’t want to grow up.
But I’m afraid I am.
A little over 42 years until Emily and I travel the world.
Winter Dreams.