I was 21 and rail thin after a two month bout with mono. My hair was bleached platinum. I was a size 2. I wore a royal blue wrap dress. I had a silver bangle that reminded me of a snake on my wrist. It was the last semester I spent in college. If mono wasn't the death of me, it was the death of my college career. I had simply had enough. Know when to fold em? I always do. I never hold long enough. Things in my life have held onto me, but I never hold on. You'd call it a commitment issue. I call it a personality trait. At points in your life you realize that everything has culminated because of what you have not done.
