...11:10 p.m... Drum-set - Wanworie Day

I miss far too much. God, I miss school. I miss people there. I miss the way I felt when I heard Clumsy for the first time. I miss the snow. I miss 4 foot 3. I miss not caring. I miss my Macintosh LC with its screwed up monitor. I miss my Fossil. I miss you goddamit. I miss Fays. I miss being shy. I miss my misplaced sense of fashion. I miss Mr. Warring. I miss Vasu. I miss my grandpa. I miss Hannah, my darling niece. I miss 1997. I miss my BMX Twister. I miss feeling utterly empty, filling myself with the chapel piano. I miss you singing. I miss your randomness. I miss my former roomies.
There's so much I don't have anymore.