consistently inconsistent
I'm a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma.
This summer hasn’t been quite what I expected. It doesn’t feel like the way summer used to feel — where there was nothing to worry about except what to do till sundown and tomorrow was a distant thought.
Maybe it’s because I’ve already been out of school for exactly two months today, but I’m just really ready for school to start. I need to be back in the swing of things - books, readings, papers, tests, quizzes, etc.
I just want to move on with my life already.
