I never thought I’d say it, but I miss living out in the middle of no where. Sometimes, lately, I even think I miss my old life there.
The former roommate loved going to the interpreted suicide prevention concert every year.
It’s weird to go alone, so I either have to beg and bribe someone to come with me or skip it.
It was nice having a buddy to do stuff with.
Also, apparently, my pink ice skates were also stolen from my car… A while ago, and I didn’t even notice. That makes me really really sad. The last time I used them, I’m pretty sure I was still driving my brother’s car, which had much better locks than mine. They aren’t anywhere in my apartment, and my car is empty.
They’re just gone.