I wish winter would hurry up and be here. I like winter, probably the most. Because it feels like an excuse to mope around and disappear in blankets and wear sweaters and jackets and just get cozy. I hate summer because it is hot and bright and no one wears decent clothing. And I’m pretty sure it’s when I get annoyed by girls who chose to break the dress code daily. It’s not like a t shirt is ten thousand times more restricting than a tank top. Summer is their excuse to be daring. To pretend like they’re brave. It’s fall. And fall is nice too, because you start to feel the briskness in the air. The wind is crisp. I told myself I would finish APUSH at five. It’s 4 something. Not going to happen. Oh well, I let myself down daily anyways. I think the reason you went to that free acoustic show was to prove to people that you ‘like’ non-disney non-mainstream bands, which is really unnecessary. Like the bands you want to like. Who even cares what other people think. I’m through worrying about what other people think about me. If I went to that show, it would’ve been because I like some of their songs. Honestly. I wouldn’t even take any pictures to show people I went. I hardly took any pictures at the last show I went to, and still, I keep them private on my computer. Just for me and my friend. Because who cares about how many shows you go to? What should matter is that you had fun. And I had fun that day. A lot. I think moments like those keep me alive. I need more of those. Because really, I think I might have a little hope left. I had a strange feeling today, thinking about the future. I almost stopped myself because I remembered I wouldn’t even be here. But instead, I let myself continue planning out my future. I don’t know. Maybe…?