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i'm really sad already. and i'm afraid that in a week, or a month, or a year, i'm going to severely regret that i didn't go to europe (even though i'm not really in a regret type position). everyone's leaving, and they're gonna have new stories together, and they're gonna meet people, and have a blast. and i'm stuck here. and even if i'm with a few friends here (who i love), i don't want to be home all summer, and i don't want to miss out on the final stories and crazy events. and that makes me sad, because there isn't a thing i can do about it. my last summer will consist of dog walks and television, and maybe some mini golfing. but it won't be worth remembering. and it's all i'll have left. and it's something i'll look at a little later, maybe by the time i'm at college, and really wish, and really miss people, and really be sad.