It's an interesting thing. Summer has been just going along for the past 2 and a half months. I mean, it's been great; I've been able to hang out with a lot of my friends, and do pretty much whatever I wanted, but over the past couple of weeks, there seem to be more and more things going on, and leaving for this trip is turning bittersweet.
I don't like missing things, and I'm afraid of what I'll miss while I'm gone. Don't get me wrong, I am STOKED for my vacation, for many many reasons, but why does everything have to turn so awesome right before I leave? Is it because I am leaving? Why can't we, generally, value what we have until it is almost gone?
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