drives: Jun. 07, 2006 (6:08 pm)

when i was fourteen and lived in the room i'm visiting now, i never talked in class and listened to terribly loud (even when played low) music and must have known it wasn't right because i'm not a punk and even then hated the way i looked in pictures with careless hair and poorly fitting used jeans and won't grow up to get my groceries from dumpsters or go to marches on weekday mornings or live in a single family house with ten friends or do any of the things someone i loved four years ago takes for granted because i'm busy trying to enjoy studying at the most prestegious university in america and looking at myself in those same old thrift shop dressing room mirrors in a gingham dress that might look nice if i cut and hemmed it into a long tank top.

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