Is there such thing as memory sick? I miss the past.
If so, that's what I am. I miss the summer, the way spring feels, adventures with Scott. I know I am sort of on one with him right now, but instead of concentrating it around fun, it's just reality. I wouldn't trade it for the world, but it's my reading week, I want some fun?
I can't wait till the cold is over, and I can't wait till the lump in my throat leaves. I need to get out of the house that's all.
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