and i'm coming off this long and winding road. i'm on my way home sweet home.
i want to go home. with the passion of a thousand suns. i know i'm coming home tomorrow, but i've wanted to be home since about saturday.
and i don't want to go back to school. i don't want to see school people. i don't want to deal with school people. i don't want to do school work. i don't want to study. i don't want to stress.
i want to go back to camp. i want to play with mason, ned, william, jullian, and the few strays in the morning. i want to talk to kim and julia during free time. i want to watch them sing and dance during music, while talking with jackie. i want to play with them in the pool, and wrap them in my towel while screaming about the lights going out. i want to color with them during art, and sleep with them and jackie during nap. and play with kim, julia, josh, and anyone else who wants to during carpool. i want to hear gina's sarcastic comments and be apart of her elaborate pranks. i want to be stupid with ayanna, janelle, and jamie. i want to talk about music with melissa, and school with ana.
i hate summer.
it always brings good memories, and leaves way to soon.
in other news micheal phelps won 8 gold medals.
good going brah.
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