It’s summer. Sleeping in, procrastinating AP assignments, beading bracelets, swimming pools. Good times to not worry about anything substantial.
Somehow I feel incomplete. I don’t like how Sawyer and I have started playing these mudslinging games. Or how Michael’s not speaking to me when there are “no hard feelings”, he just “can’t guarantee [my] safety” when I’m less than 100 feet from the girlfriend.
And of course the most overcast, cool day of the week is the day Nathan and I decide to go swimming. Damn.
I can’t wait till college. Maybe I should start working on my personal statement for SAIC.
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