Status: being re-worked
Dear Daisy
summertime sadness
Summer.
Where I live, that translates to three months of sweat and sun and no school. It stays a toasty temperature of 100 degrees Fahrenheit, in which we all try not to roast or melt.
Summer.
It's when we're finally free of homework and teachers and waking up at 5 o' clock every single morning. We get to sleep in or stay up all night, without having to worry about the consequences.
Summer.
It's laughter and swimming and making memories. You can be wild and party, or stay holed up in the house with your trusty laptop, Netflix, and Tumblr to keep you company. I'm usually the latter.
Summer.
Breaking hearts or falling in love, something is always happening. Or maybe, just maybe, you'll get the chance to rediscover and recreate yourself. Maybe you develop a new found appreciation for who you are and you learn to love yourself. I know I did.
Summer.
It has to end. The sad thought of the approaching school year looms over your head like a storm cloud. And as we go back-to-school shopping, we look at back at our summer and sigh. What a summer we've had.
What a summer, indeed.
Where I live, that translates to three months of sweat and sun and no school. It stays a toasty temperature of 100 degrees Fahrenheit, in which we all try not to roast or melt.
Summer.
It's when we're finally free of homework and teachers and waking up at 5 o' clock every single morning. We get to sleep in or stay up all night, without having to worry about the consequences.
Summer.
It's laughter and swimming and making memories. You can be wild and party, or stay holed up in the house with your trusty laptop, Netflix, and Tumblr to keep you company. I'm usually the latter.
Summer.
Breaking hearts or falling in love, something is always happening. Or maybe, just maybe, you'll get the chance to rediscover and recreate yourself. Maybe you develop a new found appreciation for who you are and you learn to love yourself. I know I did.
Summer.
It has to end. The sad thought of the approaching school year looms over your head like a storm cloud. And as we go back-to-school shopping, we look at back at our summer and sigh. What a summer we've had.
What a summer, indeed.
♠ ♠ ♠
i don't even know what this is tbhschool starts in 6 days and this is my way of coping