Feeling nostalgic listening to a summer mix and Regina Spektor. I don’t want to meet new people, for I don’t know what they’re like, nor do I know if anyone will like me. My roommate seems annoying and rich and won’t talk to me. On the Facebook site, all the members of my class are douche bags and sluts. I just want to go through life like this summer: spontaneity with a dash of excitement, film, sunsets, driving around, staying out late. We’re still young, us suburban children born of the generation known as hippies, druggies. They lived young. They grew up. They can’t go back. They are miserable. They hurt me. They despise me now for doing what they never had the balls to do. I’m living forever like this.