Trains and sewing machines.

Jun 26, 2005 12:38

I keep telling myself: everything takes time. But I'm impatient.


I haven't been able to breathe in such a long time. I finally have a day to myself to relax. I'm going to spend today inside, away from pools, watching movies and vegging out. This is the first summer I haven't spent playing truth or dare in the commons or playing bike tag with the neighborhood kids. I haven't spent every day at Woodbrooke. I haven't played basketball or hockey outside all day. I haven't had random waterfights. I guess this is maturity, and I don't think I like it.
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