[shot by the incredibly talented Nick Sorensen]
The rate at which people enter and exit my life needs a calculated mathematical formula. I can't keep up with my own baggage, yet alone tote it around and act like it's making way to some vacation destination. As of now, I'm walking in circles on the side of the road with my thumb pointed up, waiting for a ride.
Maybe I'll get lucky and my Hogwarts acceptance letter will arrive. Owl, I'm still waiting for you.