The lightbulb in my room died last week and I haven’t replaced it yet, so I’m typing this on my iPhone instead of writing it in my journal. Nevertheless, yesterday was my first day without you, after a strange day of eating a lot of food, buying cheap beer and chatting with an old friend from high school. We later made our way to a friend of a friend who needed a ride to the party, stumbling into our car with a impressively depleted bottle of Jack Daniels, which he incessantly offered to us. Inside the house at the party I stared, blown away, at a girl talking with her friend in the corner of the living room, her girly voice carrying effortlessly across the room. She had a small jaw line and pale, imperfect skin, accented by her dark messy hair — her bangs were curly and sat high above her forehead; two three well matured dreadlocks fell down her neck, while the rest of her hair was cut short and choppy. She would every so often look over at me chatting with my friends, but always the timid, quiet girl around strangers, I kept to myself and made my way out to the front porch to smoke a cigarette. The unhappy drunk boy we picked up was unimpressed with the small, conversational gathering, so we left for an OSU party — but not before this long stringy blonde haired, twiggy kid spit up vomit out of the back car window. While my friend and I exchanged looks, Kelsey texted me again. I’d deleted her number weeks ago, but every day she would continue a conversation. My friend Riki took my phone and sent a message politely asking her to fuck off. When she replied (what?), Sarah sent her own message, saying that she loves me and she thought it would be best if Kelsey and I stopped talking. (okay?). And now… I have a lot of school work to do, but I can’t even explain how wonderful it feels to be back in north Carolina

. ** please excuse any grammatical mistakes or strange, misplaced or misused words: I’m typing on my iPhone and it will occasionally mess stuff up. Thanks