not sure if you're a boy or a girl

It’s finally winter again. For some reason I can’t find the comfort in it that I once did. It’s missing the warmth of laughter shared with the closest of friends, huddled on a bench during those endless frozen nights. I’m constantly tired these days. I don’t want to write essays. I don’t want to do much of anything. A few days ago, it was pouring and I was walking to class at Harvard. Someone near me struck a match. For a second, I tore my attention away from the way water was soaking into my decidedly impractical shoes to smell it fizzle out in the rain. That’s how I feel sometimes. Like a match lit in the rain. I mean to accomplish something, but somehow I’m still inadequate. I just want my best friend back. Maybe then everything would somehow work itself out. I’d definitely be working instead of sitting here bitching about it. Good night.