I remember in my old boarding school there was this girl, she even slept in the bed next to mine for the start of second year. And then suddenly she just left and moved to another school, leaving all her stuff behind, even her bed sheets.
It’s not like we mourned her departure or anything, she wasn’t the nicest of people.
It like, it was as if at the time she had just disappeared, just been like wiped off the face of the planet. None of us kept any connection with her.
Then one of the girls called her and the only report that I got form the conversation was that she said that she’s lost a lot a weight from “riding”.
It’s wierd how these things work.
Then two years later there were paper posters put up all over town with a black and white picture of her. Missing.
She turned up two days later at her friend’s house, where she had been all of the time apparently.
I haven’t heard another word of her existence since.
Was just thinking about the whole fiasco the other day.
History, I guess.
strange how some things just lie dormant in your memory for years
The blood-alone thing has been screwing with me majorly, so now it seems that I won’t be “clean” for maybe another year?
It sucks I guess, but whatever is, is.
still nowhere feels like home
feelin funny bitches
love yis
xxx
