fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck.
its the end of junior year. and almost the end of high school. and soon enough ill embark on the journey of college and my future.
and it just hit me I’m not going back to camp next year. its quite a depressing realization. i still can’t believe how much 9 short weeks changed my life and there isn’t a day where i don’t think about my family there. I wish i could just take a break from school and talk to and see them. Being busy sucks. 3000 miles sucks.
Dear _______,
Yesterday I felt desperate to hold you. I stretched myself out on the couch and let out a hundred sighs and cries.
Yesterday, two, three and four yesterdays I felt afraid to tell you that I miss you.
Today I’ll try not to wait to hear from you because the next five, six, or seven tomorrows are still going to be spent far away from you.
Love,
___________
(Source: jennyferkaulitz, via mynameiseugene)
