Summer 1945
Summer always brings out the worst in me, whether it be sleeping 12 hours a day, late night gaming sessions, and a looming sense of grogginess. My sleep schedule is knocked off of track and I have time to waste annoying people over the Internet.
This summer I'm going to try something different: waking up early getting out of the house, doing more active activities (building a bunk bed), saving my money, and doing my SAT's. But alas, this is my last summer before my Senior year and honestly I don't know if I should be afraid or if I should be excited...
It seems like everything went by so fast, and I don't want to let go of what I have: friends, family and a bright future. For some reason it seems like it's all slipping away, my family always away from me, friends out doing stuff while I'm at work, and my education gone from the hours I work. My writing seeming like it's being drastically ignored, my Moleskine up on the highest shelf in my closet.
I suppose it's my fear of change that's holding me back. I don't want to move away and leave my friends and loved ones. I will seem like an eternity away from my true home. As bad as it sounds, I've spent my entire life in this small shanty town and I don't want to leave it. Every part of it makes me smile, even on my worst of days.
As long I'm home I'll feel whole with myself,like I belong to a place that doesn't care who I am, and loves me for every bit of myself.