Sure you weren’t the greatest summer ever, but you were right up there with 09.
I will miss the late nights, the wishing, the sleepovers, the new friends, the quiet library, having no stress, my thrashers, being a part of something, Boston, cottages in New Hampshire, long car rides, lots of movies, ice cream with sprinkles, rollerblading, writing a lot, big sweaters…
But now it’s over, and that makes me sad.
School starts tomorrow.
Kill. Me. Now.