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i am not doing well. not sure what to do. everything just keeps getting worse and worse.
every time i go out to school at sylvania i think about how i want to get in a car sometime and drive around hillsdale. i used to live around there. i want to find the house. i want to see the house. i cant explain why. but i want to see it. i havent been there since i was 5. i heard it got repainted, and i know i couldnt go in but im sure the hole eddie left in the bathroom wall, the one his fist made, is gone too. and the strawberries, and the swings, and the bees, and the basement floor eddie kicked thigns across so id jump at the noise. i need to go back. the place with no sidewalks. i need to go back.
every time i go out to school at sylvania i think about how i want to get in a car sometime and drive around hillsdale. i used to live around there. i want to find the house. i want to see the house. i cant explain why. but i want to see it. i havent been there since i was 5. i heard it got repainted, and i know i couldnt go in but im sure the hole eddie left in the bathroom wall, the one his fist made, is gone too. and the strawberries, and the swings, and the bees, and the basement floor eddie kicked thigns across so id jump at the noise. i need to go back. the place with no sidewalks. i need to go back.
