The other day, I found a copy of Ghost World in a used bookstore. I had lost my copy 4 years ago; I had bought it my senior year of high school and it disappeared when I moved. I bought this new copy with my birthday money and read it on the way to class. Some of the pages were missing and a story repeated but I didn't mind.

It was much sadder than I had remembered it. I walked back to the house and I read it again. Then I read it again. Then I read it again.

I had intended on remembering what my senior year of high school felt like, and recapturing who I was back then, but it just felt terribly sad. I watched Enid drive herself into a dead end again and again and again.

It was getting close to the end of the term. I never took my finals.