this morning #1642.
this morning, the usual bullshit banter that’d become such a familiar part of our friend group was absent. ever since we’d all buried items from our pasts, i’d been occupied by coming to terms with coming clean to mom about my cousins. hadn’t even noticed the fractures that’d formed in our friendship. normally, the five of us would’ve spent most of our afternoons after school consumed with nothing more than being stupid teenagers. instead, we’d retreated into navigating the waters brought on by trying to reckon with our pasts. we’d made it to freshmen year but it felt like, by the time we’re sophomores, we may not even be friends. maybe life will change by then & we’ll grow closer. right now though, i feel pretty alone.