It's all happening.

I'm Alyson. I feel alone in a crowded room. I'm shy, and I never have a lot to say. I smoke too much. I'm unhealthily obsessed with Batman. I cried when I didn't get my letter to Hogwarts. I dislike people. I have no idea where I'm going, and I desperately hope there is more to life than this.
i want.

i want.

But most of all, I miss the invincibility hanging in the air like the smoke from our cigarettes. With the wind in our hair, drinks in our hand, and each other, we could fly as high as we wanted. All that is left is the crash of our flight, and the faint memories slowly being forgotten.