So many things are happening that I almost don't know how I feel anymore. This is definitely not a bad thing. It just is.
I talked to an aunt this weekend. I told her the awkwardness of some things. I have maturity, but I lack life experience. She told me that this wasn't news to her. She said she's told my mom for about ten years that I'm so much more mature than people my age. She reassured me that when I get out of high school, it'll be better. November is the light at the end of my tunnel. It's not a magic time that'll heal everything, but I think I'll feel this burden lifted.
My dream for this summer is becoming more of a reality. God is helping me find ways. He's beginning to provide. This in turn will help a lot with college. I'm not going to settle or give up. I've never felt this. I'm not going to give it up. I can't. I won't.
This summer I want to witness sunrises and sunsets. I want to wear lots of sundresses and ballet flats. I want to continue the running I'm beginning. I want to help those girls. I want to fingerpaint and draw on sidewalks with chalk. I want to grow in my faith. I want my friendships to grow. I want to grow stronger and happier with myself. I want to eat strawberries to the point of having stained fingers. I want turkey run adventures. I want my summer freckles back.
"I'm going to help the human race with my own two hands." - Jack Johnson ft. Ben Harper