my dear friend AH

how are you?

do you remember the year(s) we spent on talking about the wrong god? the rage we had against life that nothing seemed to really make sense? the questions we asked of ourselves, yet eventually, we found hope at the end of the tunnel? or was it just me? I guess that sometimes you're still one of the reasons why high school became less irrelevant to me.

happy 25.
thank you for simply existing.