August
the days are going at a solid pace. i want to be back in western mass for the rest of the summer but i fear that it's not my time. i need to throw myself into the sea but i don't know whether to use my hands or my head, literally, figuratively, all of it and everything in between. i'm stuck but it, I, will unravel soon enough. at a fresh 19 years of life, this is exactly where i would expect myself to be. everything is coming as it does, and i've learned that excitement and longing isn't always good, but i couldn't be more restless to return to hampshire in the fall. there is 21,000 less heads on my campus than the town of hingham, yet being here makes me forget how many people are living in the world. i am not level headed in this town. it's time to throw myself into that sea, now. i've realized how much of a romantic i am.
this was therapeutic to write in many ways, thank you late night lj.
this was therapeutic to write in many ways, thank you late night lj.