....a mere realization....too little, too late....
Garden State is probably my favorite movie right now. When I think of some of the stuff they say, like
"You changed my life. You changed my life, and I've known you four days. This is the start of something really big, but right now, I gotta go."
...or...
"I know it hurts. But it's life, and it's real. And sometimes it fucking hurts, but it's life, and it's pretty much all we got."
It reminds me that summer is ONE month away...so I decided to write a letter to summer:
Dear Summer,
I'm really excited that you're coming because I enjoy your nice weather and days filled with fun and not classes, pools and not papers, home and not the dorm. But when I think about how you're taking my first year of college away from me, I get sad Summer. Why would you do that to me? Why are you everyone's excuse from holding back?? And why do you people predict everything's ending as you draw nearer? What's going to change except for going home and the weather? Are people going to magically transform over your three glorious months Summer? Um. No. Summer, why are you this great divide, and why are you making it so difficult with jobs and camps and life to maybe make trips to visit my friends I have to leave in a month?
You're not who I thought you were Summer. I thought you were supposed to be fun, and now you're just an excuse for people to run back home and put everything that goes on here on hold until you leave again and I come back to college. I've been so patient and waiting so long for you Summer, and now you're coming so fast that you're not giving me any time to resolve any of the stuff that's bugging me here.
Maybe you'll be nice to me Summer, and send me some visitors. Or allow me to visit some people instead. But it's okay summer because I know you'll be amazing. I might be doing a day camp with the love of my life...and I know that if anything were to continue past the school year here...it wouldn't matter because I have HIM at home...and maybe he has HER at home. So it doesn't matter. Maybe I'm just getting mad at you Summer because you can be my excuse for running away just like everyone else.
am I asking too much summer? All I want is everything.......is that too much?!? Let me know.
Love,
Katie.
"You changed my life. You changed my life, and I've known you four days. This is the start of something really big, but right now, I gotta go."
...or...
"I know it hurts. But it's life, and it's real. And sometimes it fucking hurts, but it's life, and it's pretty much all we got."
It reminds me that summer is ONE month away...so I decided to write a letter to summer:
Dear Summer,
I'm really excited that you're coming because I enjoy your nice weather and days filled with fun and not classes, pools and not papers, home and not the dorm. But when I think about how you're taking my first year of college away from me, I get sad Summer. Why would you do that to me? Why are you everyone's excuse from holding back?? And why do you people predict everything's ending as you draw nearer? What's going to change except for going home and the weather? Are people going to magically transform over your three glorious months Summer? Um. No. Summer, why are you this great divide, and why are you making it so difficult with jobs and camps and life to maybe make trips to visit my friends I have to leave in a month?
You're not who I thought you were Summer. I thought you were supposed to be fun, and now you're just an excuse for people to run back home and put everything that goes on here on hold until you leave again and I come back to college. I've been so patient and waiting so long for you Summer, and now you're coming so fast that you're not giving me any time to resolve any of the stuff that's bugging me here.
Maybe you'll be nice to me Summer, and send me some visitors. Or allow me to visit some people instead. But it's okay summer because I know you'll be amazing. I might be doing a day camp with the love of my life...and I know that if anything were to continue past the school year here...it wouldn't matter because I have HIM at home...and maybe he has HER at home. So it doesn't matter. Maybe I'm just getting mad at you Summer because you can be my excuse for running away just like everyone else.
am I asking too much summer? All I want is everything.......is that too much?!? Let me know.
Love,
Katie.