not enough
one idea leading to another. it’s so strange. we’ll see in a few months.
i need to study more. that’s the goal for tomorrow. ten hours.
five years ago, we were driving back from prom. “b. b.. b!”
we were within an inch of hitting him. some guy just standing underneath the broken streetlight. one of those moments where lives can go on completely different paths. imagine having killed someone. having to deal with that. every day, waking up and knowing this is what you’ve done. i guess we all have to deal with that on a smaller scale. seems the greatest regrets are those that hurt others. even forgiveness doesn’t erase the pain and damaged caused…
sleep time.