It’s the last night of summer. There’s a light, warm breeze and a clear sky signalling the end of another season, another summer where I didn’t hold hands with anyone on the beach, didn’t win anyone a prize at the fair, and didn’t kiss anyone under the stars. I mourn all of these things and more. I’m lonely, like many of you, and I wish and wish.
But tonight I’m alive, and for tonight that’s enough.
I’m drinking vodka, eating fried potatoes and watching Vlogbrothers videos at 9pm on a Friday. I work at 8am tomorrow. This is adult life, you guys.