words i don't remember

On Friday, in between classes, I bought myself a $2 iced coffee from some street vendor, and sat on a bench outside the lecture hall for a few minutes. It's finally clear out again and people are kinder. This moment of peacefulness was seriously all I needed to calm myself down after a week of anxiety, and I need to keep reminding myself to take time to self-care.

The next few days were just the usual compilation of risky behavior with good company. This weekend, I took the metro to visit a few friends in San Francisco, and it was refreshing to watch the types of people change as I traveled from a college town, through the louder parts of the city, into the quieter parts, before ending up in the heart of the gay community. I also sat on the fire escape with someone a few nights ago, sharing a pack of cigarettes and half a handle of vodka between the two of us. We said a lot of things to each other, things we probably would never say if it wasn't two in the morning and we weren't both drunk. It pains me that I can't seem to remember most of the details of the conversation anymore.