The Epitome of Freshman Year

In my old best friend's bedroom drunk and stoned out of my head I keep lighting myself on fire again and again in her bed. Every time, it burns and every time, I scream but once it's out, I light it again and cry as it jolts me from my dream. My friends all jump and yell and leap at me to put me out, but none of them take the lighter away, so it does no good to shout.