I am back. You are still as cold, boring, and lifeless as ever. When did you get this way? Or was my childhood all a cruel trick? Where are the good times I had from preschool ‘til I left for NYU? Why did you seem so much different back then than you are now? One of us must have changed in the course of this two year period where you’ve became a secondary home. I hope it’s you and not me. Thanks to you I have decided I don’t like growing up. Thanks for the disillusionment Vermont.
Posted on Sunday, 10 May 2009
