No, I don't. You did, and I'll never be the same.

Yeah, drink that one deep.

So much work... I have a feeling I'm going to make myself sick this semester. For the next month or so, I have at least one major grade due. Not to mention the Harvard tournament in two weeks. So I have to practice extra hard, and get all this shit done. All while finding a summer job. Weeeee. As an added bonus, my allergies are kicking in! Score city!

God, I cannot wait to just create my peaceful microcosm this summer, and escape all the bullshit for a few months. It'll be so peaceful, especially when the thunderstorms hit the shore. There's nothing more beautiful then the crimson sky and the violet ocean during a thunderstorm. I'll bring my camera. Wish I had a better one, I could definitely get into photography.

Until that time, I'll be locked up in the prison of my own mind, wondering how high I'll be able to go once my bruised wings heal.