(This is not in reference to a real haircut, but rather a symbolic haircut that was better than mine for a year of my life. Ironic, since Anna and I were discussing real-life haircuts just this afternoon.)
Tonight, I am restless. I want something, something very specific but I don't know what that somethiing is. I'm having a cave allegory moment - I've realized that all I'm looking at are shadows, but I can't find the light source.
I miss it, even more than an electric blanket.
When the boy confides in me that he's not over her yet, I wonder if that means he understands why it is I sometimes need so desperately to run over and crawl up into him. My friends are more accomidating than I think they realize.
Oh eight grade - didn't I already do you once?
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