The End

Last night, I received a ride home in a black Saturn that I will most likely never sit in again, I did what I usually do in it, which is try to keep the name tag stickers from falling off. I sat in this car with my best friend for the last time. I wasn't sad, I wasn't happy. I was just ready.


And so, I jump.

I don't need a parachute, just a constant desire to fly