Indian summer.

I miss 2006, Summer 2006 really, when i was 16, kathleen was 15, sarah was 17, and all we did was get drunk and kiss different boys and laugh about the next day, before i felt a tthhinnggggg---I miss me before everything that happen, the crashh-- Being stressed, i hate that i am constantly stressed for no reason, Matthew good, a godly man. It only bleeds when i pick at the scabs. Metaforicly speaking of course--