i don't dress up anymore because i am not six years old, either.

i want to go back to summer,

where all i had to do was go outside, and smell the smell of new mulch, and wear shorts and and not care.

i liked hearing stories about the latest shin-dig at timmy's,

where my evenings consisted of screaming out the window to passers-by.

i need summer,

because summer is where i am free, and there is no number that judges how good your vacation is.

i need summer cause i could go for a breather, and this cold thing and i aren't really getting along too well.

sitting in libraries listening to songs i loved in august reminds me that august was amazing,

and that i am glad that things have changed.

i'm glad i've moved past that part of my life.

i hope you all get past yours.