i am trying to be a grown up but those things i have associated with such are not clear markers into adulthood -- repainting rooms alone, coffee and drinks, cigarettes.

cheers to you, i loved you, and cheers to you my best friends, it seems we may have seen the green walls and ridden the bus and found our apartment seven, if only for the time being

and it is simultaneously both everything we did and didn't think it would be.