831-0047 st.

Day eight

Wednesday, March 24                                                                                                                       
831-0047 st.
Day eight

I thought I heard a knock on my door today, but turns out it was just the wind. I'm not sure if I got exited or scared. I was expecting it to be my landlord or Akaashi, but sort of hoping it was you. I'm not sure if I miss the knocking on the door distracting me from whatever voice in my head was taunting me or knowing that someone cared enough to check in, even if it was just about my last chance or an eviction notice. I wish I was as successful as you, as everyone else. I mean, just look how well everyone's doing. I honestly expected you to buy a big house with too many windows and more bathrooms than people just so you could show off to your friends, but instead you bought o̶u̶r̶ your childhood home from your mom when she finally decided to move out. It's a nice place, don't get me wrong, I just can't hold on to memories like you can, if I did I'd go insane with sadness. Or maybe it's just 'cause we don't feel the same way about them.

-K.K.