i’m unwilling to give up on summer. it’s fucking intense right now, like…summer, where have you gone?
so rainy, so yuck. but it’s barely september, man, this isn’t fucking fair. i need it to be sunshiney and gorgeous out.
worst part of my birthday? it means that everything is RIGHT NOW or bust. because summer will end, fall will come, everything glorious of summer will just up and die.
fuck.
i’m not prepared.
