I had a million expectations for this summer. That’s where I went wrong. I thought since experience wise this year, I’ve done many good things with many good people. I think I can only title it as the “teenage dream complex.” I yearn to fulfill the cravings of late night talks at a park or driving late at night without a destination or even do something so epic it is a borderline crime.
Halfway through my summer vacation, in the beginning of July, I took a trip with many of my relatives to go on a road trip. I thought this trip was very well needed, which it was. I got to explore new places I’ve never been to before and catch myself awing at the most simplest forms of nature. I realized this summer isn’t for the teenage dreamers. It is for me. Take the summer you need and deserve. This summer isn’t for those untold memories waited to be shared to those whose ears are peeling off from the sides of their heads. This summer is for me. So that I may shout my adventures to everyone, even the ones who aren’t listening. I can scream all about the things I’ve learned and the most beautiful sights I saw with my favorite people. It is not a taboo teenage summer. This summer is where I grow. I yearn to grow up and take my responsibilities because I’m one more summer closer to an independent age. I want to read and write so that I may expand my vocabulary and be the sickening kind of pretentious. I want to draw and paint so I can be unique and be totally and utterly okay with being myself, unique. I want to grow physically. I want to be healthy and fit so I can spend plenty more of my summers with the good company I want and need. Plus a couple more inches in height and some boobs never hurt anyone.
Summer is only as good as what you make it. I don’t want to make this summer the taboo one filled with a bunch of teenagers I probably only somewhat like and will forget about in a few years. This summer, I want the summer where I can yap for a million years about the great things I did, but I won’t. This summer is for me and only me. The people I share my experiences with, our memories will live on with us and we are under no obligation to share it with anyone else less than ourselves.
Although, it is always satisfying coming back better than ever to stick it up to those nosy little boogers.
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