“Couldn’t we just be casual?” He said to me, as we lay next to each other, our bodies pressed together.

In the weeks leading up to my departure, the sight of my backpack created problems for us.

We met lips first. The sweet, wet taste of his mouth and the feel of his hands gripping my back made up the majority of my memories

We are not one type of music, we are not one type of people, we are them all – we are the music festival generation.

For brief moments I’ll forget her name. Granted, it always comes back. But the fact that I can forget, for even a second, is encouraging.

I started faking 21 about two years before my actual birthday. Well, actually, I was faking 22, and then 23, I even made it to 24 before...