I want to feel everything you feel and see everything you see. I want to be all you’ve ever been and all you’ll ever be. I want to turn the pages of your books. I want to keep you up at night. I want to make you believe in silence. I want to teach you how to fight. For once, just this once, I want to be enough.

When I was 18, I ran away from home. I had high hopes for Brooklyn but ended up in Amherst. I lived on the 21st floor of building where everyone looked the same. I drank night and day and smoked until I couldn’t breathe. I liked it that way. I went to classes I didn’t care about with teachers that I felt were beneath me. I lost track of time really really fast. A year and a half passed and I was left with half an english degree, internal bleeding and a handful of memories that changed me.