yesterday and forever ago

(note: this was written in the middle of October)
about a week ago i looked down at my sneakers and realized they were looking worn. they were looking about as worn as my last pair, which i had owned for a year or so. i could chalk this up to a decline in build quality but instead i checked my phone to see how much i’ve walked in them. they’re pretty much my only pair so the number is pretty accurate. i’ve walked about 310 miles since the week of august 25, when i returned to school and bought these shoes.

this is about what happens when you carve an adult from a confused teenager’s ego in about eight weeks without anyone else helping you. in fact, you did it to yourself.