Feels like there's nothing to explain, but more or less, it's all the same.
It feels like a tiny little old man is poking my left tonsil with a cane. It doesn't even really hurt. It's just annoying as hell.
Summer so far = jet ski, pool, puking, no sleep, boat, being lonely, breaking down on the jet ski.
And the breaking down part happened 2-3ish hours ago. I was by all of these islands, and it stopped running. I "choked it," and pushed the thingamabob in 50 cajillion times, and it still didn't go. So dad rescued me and brought gas to put in it. While waiting, I had to hold onto a branch because I drifted away from the island I had pushed the ski to. And I always see huge snakes on the tree whose branch I had. And then I saw something huge and alive under the jet ski.
If it's any consolation, I found a pretty sea shell.
Summer so far = jet ski, pool, puking, no sleep, boat, being lonely, breaking down on the jet ski.
And the breaking down part happened 2-3ish hours ago. I was by all of these islands, and it stopped running. I "choked it," and pushed the thingamabob in 50 cajillion times, and it still didn't go. So dad rescued me and brought gas to put in it. While waiting, I had to hold onto a branch because I drifted away from the island I had pushed the ski to. And I always see huge snakes on the tree whose branch I had. And then I saw something huge and alive under the jet ski.
If it's any consolation, I found a pretty sea shell.