End.

as the summer comes to an end, i feel the necessity to have some closure. summer has been, well, somewhat of a dissapointment. we all glamorize summer as some proverbial season of hope and wonder, but really its just hot as shit and somewhat boring. sure i had my fun this summer, but i also had my letdowns, my heartbreak, and some of my biggest life changing events. sure not everything worked out the way i planned, but it all happened. why cant everyone lust for winter? for fall? for spring? why do we always have to wish away what season we're in now. i guess hope, the belief that things will get better when the weather changes. the hope that when the pools open, love will find a way into your life. the hope that when school lets out, you'll have more time for fun to find you. maybe i'm being melodramatic, or maybe i'm just angsty that my summer didnt deliver everything it promised. its hard to believe that at one point, i wanted summer more than i wanted some ice cream right now, and i really want ice cream right now. maybe im falling into my own trap of wishing away the seasons, but only fall will tell. or maybe winter, or possibly spring.