Orange Fanta

I miss everyone and everything that "happened" to me this past summer.

I'm sitting here, sipping on an Orange Fanta I cannot taste, but that doesn't matter. What matters is that a bottle of soda can arouse enough of a thought that I feel nostalgic.

I miss the friends I had, the laughs we shared, and the effort that we put into making each other feel on top of the world. And naturally - simply because it's me - I lost all those people.

I need it to be 2011, I need to graduate, and I need get out of Cleveland. I need it. All of it. Now.

Chicago, July 2009.
Not the best picture, I just printed it out at Drug Mart because I lost my memory card scanner and so on. But it will do.