Just moved back to Rochester from Philadelphia (actually it was almost a year ago at this point).
Went to school for sculpture for some reason. Now I'm aimless. I write a lot. I'm often at a coffee shop by myself trying not to draw attention to myself. Recently I was out somewhere, sitting minding my own business and this dude starts talking to me and says he wants to be friends, which was fine, but secretly in my head I was just wishing he'd go away so I could write more.