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So. My last day of my last summer vacation. I feel like this summer went by too quickly for me to even notice it was here. It didn't even feel like summer to me. Too much working, too little fun. I didn't even get to swim in the ocean once. Got to sit on the beach for maybe 5 minutes, wrapped in about 4 towels because it was so goddamn windy. That doesn't count.
I wanted to savor my last summer. Instead, I barely noticed it happened. And now I'm already in my looking-forward-to-fall mode. I have orange leaves and pumpkins, hayrides and turkeys on the brain. But the part of me that looked forward to summer never got satisfied. I still want to relax on the beach. I didn't see enough of certain people. I didn't do certain things I always do.
What happened? I hate growing up. I hate when everything changes. This summer never even got started and it's my fault and I hate it.
I wanted to savor my last summer. Instead, I barely noticed it happened. And now I'm already in my looking-forward-to-fall mode. I have orange leaves and pumpkins, hayrides and turkeys on the brain. But the part of me that looked forward to summer never got satisfied. I still want to relax on the beach. I didn't see enough of certain people. I didn't do certain things I always do.
What happened? I hate growing up. I hate when everything changes. This summer never even got started and it's my fault and I hate it.