I love my friends, I do. But honest to goodness, I feel like we’re not on the same page about anything. The thing I about miss high school is just chilling out, watching a movie, eating good food, and just… relaxing. I feel like if I want to be social at college, I have to be out. I have to partying. I have to be, I have to be, I have to be. But all I really want is to hang out, put on a good movie, laugh, and chill.

Why am I the only one who likes that anymore?

I want to direct movies someday.

And in my head, I have this killer opening.

Gray sky, a park, a bench, two girls sitting. One sits cross legged, body angled towards the other. The first thing you see, before all this, though, is a close up on the second girl, looking straight ahead, dazed expression. A slow zoom out. Her friend chatters away while she stares into the distance. Cut to the same girl as she walks through a shopping mall with a middle aged woman – her mother. The woman talks and talks, the girl mutters a few “Yeah,”s and “Um”s, but nothing of consequence. Cut to another scene where the girl listens to her companion, but makes no effort to really participate in in the conversation. These short scenes continue until the screen is full of them, in a tile mosaic. Unintelligible chatter is everywhere. Then, suddenly, it stops. Cut to the girl in a bathroom stall sitting on the toilet (just sitting, fully clothed), head in her hands. She exhales deeply, and rises to a full sitting position, stares into the camera, roll opening credits.

I honestly don’t know what happens after. I just got this picture in my head one day, and it’s stuck with me. Maybe because I feel like her most of the time, I don’t know. But I want to know the rest of the story. I want somebody to listen to her. I want to be the person who tells her story and makes the world hear it.