summer's anthem
(written july second)
My best friend tells me that my freckles make constellations, but in all reality, my mosquito bites make more of them now.
They're all over my legs.
I smell like campfire all the time, and I stay up way past when my parents suggest I go to bed.
I drink way too many 32 oz peach sprites with half and half, and it seems like everything I own smells like slurp.
Man I gotta lose some weight before 2 years is up, and gotta remember... Not every boy you kiss you should date seriously... Or fall in love with, but you gotta figure out what a good kisser is, and they say practice makes perfect.
It's actually quite hilarious how 9 am is a retched time to be awake and functioning and every time some one suggests it I gasp, and insist they take it back and repent.
Heaven forbid I wake up before noon and do something with my life.
And heyoooo don't spend all your money on Chickfila.. You're supposed to be saving that money for college. Jokes on all the haters, because I love chicken more than supporting myself in my college career.
Also, don't mention the marriage word, kissing word, or children word or else I might give my dad a hernia, and sprout a few more gray hairs on his head.
How many days until the first missionary gets home? Second? Third? Oh ya and how about that fourth? Gotta save some kisses for them too.
They tell you bed bugs don't bite during the summer, but bed bugs creep into your dreams and man, they have a way of making fantasy seem realistic, so ha ha good luck getting to sleep.
My baby brother is growing up and I'm going to college, and I have more in common with my sisters than I thought I would ever be able to empathize with.
And mom, please don't be mad at me that I cut my hair, there were too many memories clinging on to the end of every strand and I had to cut it completely off to keep from weighing my head down and giving me headaches. I couldn't stand it anymore.
So in however many days from now I pick up and finally become that thing, that daunting word.. An Adult, I guess after being thrown out of the nest you gotta adapt somehow.
I'll go into it with scars from my mosquito bites, memories of the people I "used to go to school with", and stories of late nights and the disappearing act so many seem to play for 2 years.
Don't be upset if I cry the first couple nights. Or months. But, they tell me... It's natural. You are just nostalgic for summers anthem.
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sorry I will probs comment on everything cause much love for ever word you write
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I am actually crying because this is so good and I miss you and I love you
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