Sweet

Dear Diary,

I decided to look for something to distract me from the existential dread that routinely plagues me whenever I go home for the holidays.

As juvenile as it sounds, I went to the places I used to hang around when I was in high school. There was a 7-11 across the street from the high school but even that felt like too much. I wanted to get into trouble, not go to jail. Then I thought of the library, but it was closed until after the new year. Then I remembered; the skatepark.

Burnouts, students, and actual pros used to hang out there back in my day (God, it was only five years ago—why does it feel so long?). Unfortunately, when I got there it was pretty much empty. There were a few shaggy haired dudes practicing some tricks on beaten up boards...then I saw the kid. A slacker from my AP Physics class who was undeniably smart and unquestionably a pain in the ass. But he looked different than he used to. More mature...or something.

He saw me staring at him and said, “Hello.”

-XOXO