See my friend peer pressured me to write, to date, one of the cringiest and worst things I have ever said/written to someone in their yearbook. It’s been nearly 20 years and I still can’t bear to deal with it. I’m so embarrassed by it I don’t even retell the story to my friends (or even my therapist). It keeps me up at night.

So no, please no one ever read your yearbook ever. Burn them all.

And to the person whose yearbook I ruined with my weird fucking comment, I am truly sorry. You didn’t deserve that. I didn’t deserve that. I hope you are living your best life.

I think that’s the point: it’s selling the notion that 2014 lonely dude missed his opportunity to be “normal people.”

You forgot the several hour old pizza that’s sitting on the makeshift “table” which is really just 4 milk crates stacked that everyone has, but only seemingly uses when they move.

…and how DID we get them anyways???

I have a box of passed notes between a friend and myself, as well as every card I got between 10 and 20.

When I come across my memory box it’s a lot longer than an hour lol