I think the best thing about summer is the blue sky. I don’t think I’ve ever taken a moment to realize how beautiful the summer sky is until today when I was laying down with trio (Nikki, Peter, & me), like how they do in movies, and just staring at it. I honestly would label that moment as one of the best I’ve had all summer long, which is saying a lot, considering how amazing this summer has been. But of course it has to be amazing, it’s one of the last summers we have as teenagers, as kids. Idk, I guess it hit us all hard that this is probably one of the last real summers we’d have together. It’s one thing to think about the people you are going to keep in contact with once hs is over, it’s a whole other experience when you come to the real terms of just how difficult it is to keep in touch with them. And when all three of us came to the terms that we’re probably not going to go to the same college, we just started bawling our eyes out. It was ridiculous. Because just mere minutes before we were complaining about this low-town, redundant, “shit-hole”, and how everyone is the same, and how we want to get out, and the cliche “I want a new life” speech, before we realized how nice it is to know every single street in this goddamn city. I firmly believe familiarity is a forgotten comfort. And while I honestly cannot wait to leave, I want to spend my senior year saying goodbye to the everyone that I said I cannot wait to never see again. And spend my senior year telling the 4 people who I never want to say goodbye to, just how much I appreciate them. And while I have absolutely no idea what this year will be like, one thing is for sure, signing yearbooks at the end of the year is going to be hell.
