I’ve been getting really nostalgic about high school. Waking up recently on colder mornings, with that crispness in the air and that clear, milky sky stirs up some major yearning for a time where I really didn’t care about anything but hanging out with my friends. There was this old art room with these giant windows that no one used or went in but us, with old fucked up radiators, and we’d skip lessons and listen to music and read and draw, or just do nothing at all. I can’t remember the last time I did nothing.