Be…

I look along the endless line, squinting in the sunshine. I’m eighteen years old. I can go anywhere. Do anything. Be anyone I like.

breakdown

Friday, at about quarter to three,  I yelled at my friend.

It’s a big deal since I don’t yell.

Except if it’s my sisters, but just a controlled yell.

Yesterday, it was like something snapped and I just had to go say it.

But I felt better afterwards, so it must have been a good thing.

For me, anyway…