Britney

I have committed to a college that I am visiting this Saturday. I have too many obligations over the course of the next few days that mean everything now but will topple from my stacks of memories as I move toward an adulthood I never fully expected, one that flattens me more than anything I have faced.

My focus is fractured and prodding at my feet—I have learned to walk while bleeding but I see the trail I leave in my wake. I am too tired to write, and yet, it is all I do. It is every division within myself, every contusion and every platelet, every fall.

Everything is silly. I miss my boyfriend. What’s the point of a diary if you can’t be at least a little juvenile? ♦