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everybody's tried of this cold bullshit. bring summer on. i want it now. i want no limits. and i want warmth and walking and falling in the sand. Not last summer, a new summer. I want something to catch my breath on the beach. That feeling of bliss that catches in your chest, reassures any doubt you ever had that you were all wrong. I want my breath to be taken from within me again. I want to love summer. I want to have less expectations for me. I want to be stripped of deadlines and burdens until all that's left is me, and the virtues I still posess. A confidence. I miss it. everybody's tired of being cooped up in there house like this. of relying on parents for everything. I want to get out and go for a walk but i cant. i want to be free again. i want a new summer. with whatever that might entail.
Happy Seven Month :) yay
i just want summer again. really. really really.
((Because the world owes me nothing
We owe each other the world))
these few weeks have been tough shit. im getting through. but i don't want to 'get through' I want to slide through, I want to .... fly. this isn't how I want it to be anymore. I'm tired of me. I want to feel something about myself. I want to be all I wish I want to be pretty :) in every possible way. yea. summer gave me that feeling because everything i had, every relationship was my own, i made, i found by myself. and it was something to be proud of. I want to find myself again. I want a breeze to stop sending chills down my back. I want a lot. but it's not here. it's not for four months. four months is a long time.
Happy Seven Month :) yay
i just want summer again. really. really really.
((Because the world owes me nothing
We owe each other the world))
these few weeks have been tough shit. im getting through. but i don't want to 'get through' I want to slide through, I want to .... fly. this isn't how I want it to be anymore. I'm tired of me. I want to feel something about myself. I want to be all I wish I want to be pretty :) in every possible way. yea. summer gave me that feeling because everything i had, every relationship was my own, i made, i found by myself. and it was something to be proud of. I want to find myself again. I want a breeze to stop sending chills down my back. I want a lot. but it's not here. it's not for four months. four months is a long time.