I went to my first high school party on Friday, and it was the best few hours of my life. I haven’t written anything about it in my journal yet because it was such a sacred space for me—not only physically but also for my thoughts—that I feel like any attempt to describe it in words can only taint the experience.

It was the mellowest environment I have visited in a long while—maybe ever—and everything about it was even better than I thought it would be. No one expected me to be anyone I wasn’t. I didn’t have to pretend to be happy. I didn’t feel left out or like I wasn’t doing what I wanted to do. I was finally around people who wanted to talk to me, and vice versa. A group of us were content just sitting on a balcony, wrapped in blankets against the cold, the warm orange tips of people’s cigarettes the only source of light.

Everything about it was amazing. I wish I could have stayed longer, suspended in a cloud of happiness and clarity. ♦