First day, down it fresher.
Make your friends. Meet the cute girl.
Have the chats. The future chats.
The course chats. The small talk.
Act brand new. When you’re nothing different.
Take it all in. Overwhelmed.
Continue the year. Nerves abound.
Freedom is here, but it never tasted so awkward.
It tastes of too much alcohol.
One of the boys.
I preferred the Katy Perry album.
There’s essays and reports, and most of them personal.
Life is personal, of course it is.
Some friends make life harder for themselves.
Cute girl hides their true self.
Truth comes out. Misery abounds.
People don’t get on.
Boys get in between relationships.
Boys mess things up.
Girls don’t say enough.
The tears are real.
I don’t cry at all.
I just smile and be all their friends.
Through thick and thin.
Through mental illness.
Through romantic manipulation.
Through drug taking.
Through broken hearts.
Through lying in bed.
Through the assaults.
Through legal binding.
Through the poverty.
But only middle class poverty.
Remember who you are.
But death affects anyone.
I’m always here for that.
Because it’s a must.
Even when no one else can.
Friendships are meant to be about that.
Live and try hard.
Make an effort, give and take.
Work with discipline, move forward.
Exercise, for god’s sake.
Are you listening?
These are the best years of your life.
Down it fresher.