It wasn’t so much that I was positive. I just wasn’t fully subscribing to such a negative way of thinking anymore.

I always tried to imagine what it would be like to open your door to find something you had given up on. Maybe it had seen places you never had, been rerouted and passed through so many strange hands, but still somehow found its way back to you, all before the day even began.

I like flaws. I think they make things interesting.

But even more so, it reminded me that this was all really happening. Stanford. The end of the summer. The beginning of my real life. It was no longer just creeping up, peeking over the horizon, but instead lingering in plain sight.

Looking back, it seemed like it should have been harder to lose someone, or have them lose you, especially when they were in the same state, only a few towns over.

I've always known who I am. I might not work perfectly, or be like them, but that's okay. I know I work in my own way.

Only a real asshole takes liberties with someone else's car stereo. That's serious.