When it rains, it pours.
Things can all add up after a quiet and severley uneventful three years. And then you find that in the next few months, you can be all broke, no plane ticket back, no home, and no grad school will want you.
And that boy you loved...yeah, he'll be gone too.
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how horrible! it's the very antithesis of footloose.
ReplyDeletehaving no more attachments can be considered footloose, right? it sounds so much better than "i have nothing and no one wants me." the not having a care facet of the footloosing, i assume will come later, naturally...
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