“I was too overwhelmed and, honestly, I’m just exhausted. Of being who I am. Of not knowing who I am. And of always being confused. I’m starting to wonder what it would be like to move on past the numbers and finally start to breathe again. Although it doesn’t seem entirely possible, the idea of doing it seems less tiring. Perhaps I could stop, but then what? What would become of me? Would the past crush me? Later that evening we’re sitting in front of a fire, and the night sky looks like a blan...ket sprinkled with stars above us. Dylan surrounded a small area with rocks so we could cook dinner on a fire, even though he never ate dinner himself. Then we all sat around the fire, drinking beers, laughing, and drinking. One of my favorite bands is playing, and I’m sitting on Quinton’s lap singing along with the lyrics. “Hey, I have an idea,” Delilah announces as she picks at the overly cooked marshmallow on the end of her stick. “Let’s play truth or dare.” Dylan shoots her a dirty look as he stirs the fire, the logs inside it hissing and smoldering.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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