Barrier Islands

    I don't know where he is right now. Well, he's sitting in the same room as me, but I don't know where his mind is at. Mine is secure here. Sort of. In the sense that it's grounded in reality, but not that I feel good about reality.

    Where is here, you ask? School. A university that I would rather not name. I could've gotten into a better school if it wasn't for all the testing. I guess all people care about nowadays are statistics.

    Anyways, back to him. He's charming. Not exactly Prince Charming, but in his own way, charming. He always sits back in chairs like he's waiting for a fight to break out. Or like he's with some hot chic waiting for a movie to start and he hasn't quite realized that she's already texted her best friend asking if she can be picked up because the guy is such a jerk. Except she doesn't know that his arrogance is an attempt at confidence.

    Once upon a time we were friends, this guy and me. I don't quite know what happened with him, but recently he seems to be off in his own little world, only caring about himself. I wish life wasn't like this and I could know what happened. I wish we could still be friends.