I Must Be A Book.

Being so easy to read. I don't get how I can be figured out so easily. I really am rather simple. I wonder if the world is exactly like me, or I'm just way less complicated than I should be. It seems everyone has a trick up their sleeve but me. But there's three weeks to go. 

Three weeks and the summer air is here. This summer is ours. I can't wait, I really can't. And so what if my heart is in my socks? You mean the world to me. More than anyone. I just can't figure out where I belong in this. But I have to belong somewhere, right? 

Today I wore my new dress. Yeah, I thought I was gonna look like a champion, but I was just a girl in a dress. And that's okay. Today I realized how right you really are. This isn't how it's supposed to be. And I'm not putting myself in a position to be as involved as you think I am, but I'm trying to get through and fix this. And it's frustrating. And I'm sorry for being horrible sometimes. I really am. 

Sometimes reality is just too frustrating. Do you know what I mean? I'm losing my words. I'm just hoping hoping hoping for the summer I've been waiting all year for. And I'm hoping everything will fall into place.

I really wish I could sing. 

Then maybe people would know what I mean.

But for now, I'll just

write

write

write.

Sorry.