And my afternoon will go as follows.

Do you ever feel like noone really knows who you are?

Painfully accepting adulthood in its most pathetic, miserable state.

I remember. The day I was alone and playing the shiniest grand piano in the whole world in the Fine Arts Center. You were skipping class and wandering down one quiet hallway after another until you heard your favorite chord.

Your eyes were almost clear that day and you said mine were beautiful. It was raining and you mentioned it. We went to 8th hour soaking wet after sneaking out a back door.

You smiled alot when we first met.

I played the piano alot back then, too.

Who gives a f**k.

about anything, really.