Had a dream about MXR club at a souped up (bigger) version of high school. Played pickleball at P.E. but my serves sucked. At the MXR meeting room, Taha -- he looked oddly attractive considering what actually happened near the middle of my sophomore year knowing him and MXR -- made a little comment about me graduating this year, but I had to gently correct him I graduated last year, only to correct myself and say it was three years ago. Taha didn't seem to believe it, and then walked away. I turned to Chloe and asked if I actually did look as young as a freshman still. She didn't answer directly. I don't remember the metaphor, but she seemed to imply that, if I did, it was probably more to do with my personal views of myself than anyone else's.
"[Growing up] is hard and nobody understands." // https://www.homestuck.com/story/2391