I dont know why, but I think all the months I spent in Summer School are coming back to haunt me. I feel like it should be summer; I feel like I should be on some stranded patch of land, away from all people, cars and streets sitting on a swing as I just watch the clouds pass. I don't really understand it all, but I feel like I shouldn't be at school. I should be under the winde open stars on these clear windy nights. I just don't feel the wintery/christmas-y spirit.
I wasted my precious summer, and I remember when it hit, I didn't care much for it; now it's like a jet-lag.
I've been wanting to write, but I no longer have time.
I want to just sit outside on the grass at one in the afternoon and just watch the clouds, but somrthing comes in the way.
Weeks go by very slowly for me in March and November, and this year, November has been taking a long time to pass.
Though school just feels like it just started after the summer. It feels like I had just met my teachers all over again; a new stranger for the year. But yet, it's almost the end of the first semester.
This year has felt so long, yet so short. I truly wish it were already summer. I'd gladly skip Christmas. What's one year of greed to lose? In fact, it may be better!
This year has gone by so fast, and yet so much has already happened. I feel like we just had my birthday, we were just at Luther playing soccer on Saleem's birthday.
In fact, I'm really starting to miss my middle school days, especially 7th grade, with some parts of 8th grade.
I may be going insane, but even in insanity, I'll never forget those memories, and I hope to get over this past-obsessed phase just as quickly as it arrived.
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