What day of the week is it?
Oh, summer. You are ending so quickly. I don’t want senior year to come.
I’ve been having the oddest dreams lately. Full of fighting, failure, and other various confusing things. And then I have to lie in bed for a good ten minutes after I wake up, trying to figure out what the hell they mean.
I miss home. I can’t wait to go back to my reliable Internet (woo!), chocolate, Sammie, pizza, and everything else I miss about little Chapel Hill.