p-p-personal

I don’t know what it always is about my summer expectations but they always turn to shit. Relationships fail and those memories I was so ready to make never even happen. I don’t know what it is that is still making me believe this summer could and will be different. Maybe it’s that I actually like my friends. Maybe it’s because Eli has already given me a sneak preview of what we’re going to do this summer. Maybe it’s because I’ve actually done something about my weight and can follow through and become the person I’ve always wanted. Maybe I will actually have good stories of high school to tell my kids about. Maybe I can say I didn’t do enough work freshman year, but I had a hell of a time.

I really really do hope so.

I’m going to start recording actual journals and write them the way I’d want my future daughter or son to read them in physical journals. So when they hear I was your age once, they can pick it up and read it.