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i'd never felt more stuck in my life, before him that is.
i couldn't get out of this cycle, this schedule.
i felt bored, but exhausted at the same time.
i felt the longing, aching, need to do something, anything. but i didn't know what, or where to begin.
until a boy with curly blonde hair and his friends moved in next door,
"an escape from some sort of past," he said,
and i didn't understand it at the time.
i couldn't have prepared for the tidal wave of changes in my life that "past" would bring.