Sore.

I'm ready for next year. Fully ready. I will miss some people, but those are the people I will go out of my way to see. I am ready for the freedom, for the ability to make my own choices, for the ease of mind that my mother is 1000 miles away and unable to get mad at me for doing blasphemous things with my blasphemous friends. Because drinking Mountain Dew straight from the bottle is really that blasphemous.

Hey August 24th! Come closer. I wanna kiss you.