It's mandatory that I write something in here, in honor of the first rain of the season.
After three hours of talking to Topher [and not reading for my Art History class], I can finally accept some peace of mind that comes with the kind of friends I've made. It's rare to find people you can really talk to, but it's rarer to find people who will really listen.
It has stopped raining, but the sound of water on glass still breaks the silence.
The thought in my head: I wish I danced in the rain.
Waking up tomorrow will be painful. I couldn't care less.
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