I wonder how I'd feel a month from now. Summer is always the hardest time. Can't wait for Autumn. I have more distractions in Autumn. Summer is the time I differenciate between distraction and purpose. I love the vagueness of Autumn. I love being so preoccupied with life that I can't think about minuscule things like happiness.
This year, would you step into my life? Just this year. I think I've waited long enough. You owe me nothing but...how about this year? Please this year. I'm willing to hold onto hope for this one year.