i’m sentimental. i cry when i hear songs i used to listen to. i cover my walls in polaroids. i have boxes full of things from specific times of my life stacked in my closet. i wear clothes my old best friend bought me. i drive by my first job and imagine myself still in there wiping off tables. i keep everything anyone has ever given to me. i stare at the sky and try to remember what it was like to be 14. i long to live a life i’ve already lived.










