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summers just don't feel like how they used to feel.

maybe it's nostalgia. maybe it's fear; fear of getting older, of moving on.
and after next summer, nothing will be the same ever again.

it's weird to think about. but i know i'll have to face it eventually.

summer used to be fun. i enjoyed going outside, playing with neighbors. going to the pool. watching tv and the occasional movie. not wanting to go back to school, anything but going back to school.
but things aren't the same anymore. i do volunteer work. maybe some more. i have a job. i sit in my room and play games, or sit in the basement. some days i do nothing at all because i can't find the motivation to. and i just want to go back to school already to feel like i have a purpose again.

sometimes i look out the window and stare at the patch of dead, dry grass where my neighbor's playground and childhood used to be.

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summers just don't feel like how they used to feel.

maybe it's nostalgia. maybe it's fear; fear of getting older, of moving on.
and after next summer, nothing will be the same ever again.

it's weird to think about. but i know i'll have to face it eventually.

summer used to be fun. i enjoyed going outside, playing with neighbors. going to the pool. watching tv and the occasional movie. not wanting to go back to school, anything but going back to school.
but things aren't the same anymore. i do volunteer work. maybe some more. i have a job. i sit in my room and play games, or sit in the basement. some days i do nothing at all because i can't find the motivation to. and i just want to go back to school already to feel like i have a purpose again.

sometimes i look out the window and stare at the patch of dead, dry grass where my neighbor's playground and childhood used to be.