May Sixth

May Sixth. The sixth of may... I'm waiting for this to have more weight... meaning... It still hasn't come... It's 8:22...
It's been rolling about in my brain all day, though I'm yet to really feel it. If i'm going to at all. I did all my homework last night, so I could take my free to read catcher in the rye and sit outside freezing my butt off in this idiotic rochester weather, perhaps allowing myself to fall into depression again, just for a day. no, not depression. fall into my thoughts. that's what i meant.
but i didn't.
i hardly remembered until like... third period. i went inside cuz i got cold. i couldn't get into catcher in the rye. my thoughts wouldn't take me anywhere but the present.

i'm free.