Looking back, I was just lost, man
What was going on back then?
Terrance is my only real friend
I think I’m cool cause I’m on the C team
for travel basketball
I’m in love with this girl Hanna
but I go in the shower to flush out my tears
when she breaks up with me over text
5 foot 2
Jump on the scale
Hold my breath
Don’t even see triple digits
I know nothing yet feel I should know it all
But don’t we all?
We lived in the moment, insecure as fuck
and not giving a fuck
about what was ahead of us
I’m being too critical
8th grade was fine.
Middle school was a fever dream, though
I think we can all agree
An interesting chaos it was
Pure happiness in my heart from the games of “tips”
in the patchy grass fields with my friends
The first time I ever had a real group of friends
“You never know you’re in the good old days
until you’ve actually left them”
A quote from Andy Bernard that I’ll never forget.
I remember spraying a gallon of AXE on after gym
Hiding my random boners with my big “Case-It” binder
Buying a candygram for my crush
Asking my first girl out by dropping a note in her locker
Getting kicked off morning announcements on 4/20
for saying the word of the day was “weed”
I long to go back to those shitty times
Life is hard now
I think now
Is this what life is?
Starts off fun and then progressively gets shittier as time goes on?
Or do we just get progressively more boring?
A mixture of both, I’d say
But if only I could be that middle school me again
Happy
With my only worry being
if Hanna really loved me back
Mike Scott
Mike Scott discovered that he’s drawn to nostalgic writing becauseit allows him to reminisce about childhood and other moments that evokes strong emotions. He started writing creative writing last year and has enjoyed it as a low-stakes artistic outlet. He used to be daunted by a blank page, but through practice, he’s learned to see it as an opportunity!