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I don't know what I'd do without the promise of summer. I'm losing my mind with these long afternoons, starting nothing, finishing nothing. I need a something. At least with summer, I'll have my friends to distract me. For now, I am alone. Everybody needs to stop asking about winter formal. I can't go, end of story. I'm ok with it. And it's actually really burning me inside, so just stop asking. I'm losing my mind in this house. I can't stand this slow drifting. My books went in boxes last week and I can't read them. My bookshelves are empty and white. I just want to be done with it. This summer means I'm not grounded, I'm moved, I'm done with junior year, I'm done with AP and SAT II's, I know who is editor next year. just make it.