2015 was... Fast. Fun. Weird? Good. Sometimes sad and confusing.
It was so full of... new-ness.
It was losing some friends to distance and being reunited with others.
It was road trips and laughter.
It was poetry nights at Abilene's and picnics in Kris' basement.
It was old vinyls and pretty dresses.
It was new friends and new experiences.
It was swim meets and singing and some of the best musicals I've ever done.
It was the library and Spotify.
It was fangirling over Troye Sivan in the Fine Arts office, rapping the entirety of "Migraine," listening to Bon Iver at night with Holly and Kensi, freaking out when "Jenny" came on at prom.
It was ridiculous costumes and spectacle points and endless coffee shops.
It was the party van and singing Les Miserables with Abby at the top of our lungs.
It was fanfiction and DragonVale, Star Wars and Man of La Mancha, C.S. Lewis and Sarah J. Maas. It was singing on buses and singing in the car.
It was second-hand weed and friends who are more like family and watching Inception four times in the same weekend.
It was shouting over key signatures and being overly competitive about naming rhythms.
It was swing-dancing and bonfires.
It was a whole lot of me realizing I don't understand people or the world or why things happen as they do.
It made me rethink what I want and who I am and all sorts of deep stuff.
It was... good.
It was so full of... new-ness.
It was losing some friends to distance and being reunited with others.
It was road trips and laughter.
It was poetry nights at Abilene's and picnics in Kris' basement.
It was old vinyls and pretty dresses.
It was new friends and new experiences.
It was swim meets and singing and some of the best musicals I've ever done.
It was the library and Spotify.
It was fangirling over Troye Sivan in the Fine Arts office, rapping the entirety of "Migraine," listening to Bon Iver at night with Holly and Kensi, freaking out when "Jenny" came on at prom.
It was ridiculous costumes and spectacle points and endless coffee shops.
It was the party van and singing Les Miserables with Abby at the top of our lungs.
It was fanfiction and DragonVale, Star Wars and Man of La Mancha, C.S. Lewis and Sarah J. Maas. It was singing on buses and singing in the car.
It was second-hand weed and friends who are more like family and watching Inception four times in the same weekend.
It was shouting over key signatures and being overly competitive about naming rhythms.
It was swing-dancing and bonfires.
It was a whole lot of me realizing I don't understand people or the world or why things happen as they do.
It made me rethink what I want and who I am and all sorts of deep stuff.
It was... good.
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