These last nights were good for me. I was happy, and laughing, and genuine.
After being stuck inside for 3 days thanks to winter storm Jonas brothers, my friends and I decided "we are finally getting the fuck out of here".
We grabbed our boots and went looking for somewhere we didn't have to trespass to find one good hill for sledding. I felt like a kid again, it was awesome. We crammed in the back of the car with the sleds and the boots and really an inappropriate amount of sweatpants and mix matched gloves stolen from siblings until we parked behind a food lion and took advantage of the banks.
It was just so, wholesome. I know I sound like a mom talking about baby formula or organic food but it was just that, wholesome.
The next night we did it all again.
Sort of.
I won't get into the details but it was a good way to spend a night, in a shed, jamming to some song about "weed being tight" or whatever.
I'm really proud of myself.
I've been so caught up in my own actions and keeping to myself lately, it's nice, I like it. But I had fun with other people, like genuine fun. It seems like a little victory but my life up until this pint has had no monumental victory I felt the need to scream to the heavens so I'll just pride myself in that I made it this far.
Go out with your buds, be impulsive and immature (but smart) and just have fun. I'm so glad I'm still just a kid, I can do this every night and just do my own thing. Take advantage of the time you can do that on.
Experience.
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