My cousins are here from Ohio for half a week and I've been cleaning up around my room because they're staying at my house one of the nights. I found an assortment of interesting things..pictures, notes, unfinished homework assignments from last year, but the most interesting thing was a little paragraph i wrote during school on my birthday.

"January 29th, 2007
I stare at my feet as I walk down the hall. My pant leg is stuck in my shoe but there's nothing i can do about it right now. I'm walking on the right side of the hallway but they still push. I push back hard and wonder if they'd be pushing me if they knew it was my birthday.

No sympathy. Who cares.
I don't.

Daily rush. Daily drone.
Fake smiles, fake laughs.

There's no use in wishing,
wanting, longing.
STOP."

Funny the things I thought. Funny how I can easily recall that feeling even though I haven't been in a crowded hallway since May. Funny how it was me all along.