I hate it here
Last summer when I came back to Harrisville, I thought it would be terrible. Well, it wasn't. For about the first time ever I was happy with myself. I worked, I taught baton lessons, I lost weight, I spent time with my family and enjoyed it...I thought this summer would be close to that, at least.
Well, it isn't. This summer has reminded me of how much I despised growing up here.
I read a Shakespeare play a day. I learn about 40 new words. I read other junk. I sleep when I get a break from work. I sit. I wait for phone calls on my dilapidated phone. I listen to emo music. I whine. I spend way too much time on myspace. I don't go outdoors and my pale face and dark circles under my eyes reflect that. I think about how much I don't want to go back to Huntington because then I might be forced to socialize or something equally as awful.
I don't want to stay here. I don't want to go back to Huntington...but I have to. One more year; this last one flew by, so I'm hoping for the same.
And then what? I'll be 25 and probably just as desultory as before. And as whiny.
Well, it isn't. This summer has reminded me of how much I despised growing up here.
I read a Shakespeare play a day. I learn about 40 new words. I read other junk. I sleep when I get a break from work. I sit. I wait for phone calls on my dilapidated phone. I listen to emo music. I whine. I spend way too much time on myspace. I don't go outdoors and my pale face and dark circles under my eyes reflect that. I think about how much I don't want to go back to Huntington because then I might be forced to socialize or something equally as awful.
I don't want to stay here. I don't want to go back to Huntington...but I have to. One more year; this last one flew by, so I'm hoping for the same.
And then what? I'll be 25 and probably just as desultory as before. And as whiny.