A few months ago was happy because everything was coming together in my life. A few months ago I was living a nice little life. It doesn’t feel very good when you realize everything that you had “figured out” had a way of knotting itself up again, slipping away, and a life that you lived so luxuriously in was no longer yours. But I keep having these insane flashbacks and then, everything’s better again. Summer’s coming again. I guess I should be excited, but for some reason 3 months without my friends doesn’t sound all that appealing. 3 months without school sounds fantastic, ovbviously, but I have a project to work on the whole time…I’ll be busy. It will be a distraction—- except not really. Because no matter what I do, memories keep finding their way to me.
On a lighter note: Track didn’t kill me, which I really appreciated