Skinny jeans

Water bottles full of vodka

Playing frisbee in the park

Buying weed off some random kid

Cans and cans of Peace teas

Safeways Chinese food

Wearing Tom’s

Drawing on each other

Driving around, blasting music

Boxes and boxes of hair dye in almost every shade

Sitting around in the mall with hardly any money

Skateboards and group sing- a-longs on the concrete

Smoking in the parking lot

Me coughing horribly

When I hear those songs that’s what it reminds me of

Not amazing times

But they were alright

I was surrounded by people

Yet I was so miserable and lonely

I guess that goes to show

Teenage years are rough no matter what