It scared the crap out of me. There I was: strange Wes Anderson haircut, pallid complexion, feigned confidence and all. I became overwhelmed with a rush of the worst nostalgia. All my freshmen insecurity and optimism escaped from the depths of my stomach, assaulting my brain as if seeking revenge for me trying to leave them behind.
It seems something like this happens every time I think I've figured myself out.
See what difference two years makes:
1 comment:
Daww... I remember that first guy!
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