Two summers ago, I had the best summer of my life with my two best friends in the world. Day after day, we would listen to Jason Mraz on repeat and scream lyrics in happiness until we would fall over, breathless. We'd sleep and dance and bake cookies and run down to the lake and laugh, laugh, laugh. I'll never forget that summer. The summer when nothing got in our way, nothing but us mattered.
This summer has been nothing like that one. This summer, I've fought with people that I used to get along with. I've cried for being sad, not because I was laughing too hard at my best friends being ridiculous.
I've ran, but not the kind of run where the world couldn't touch me. The kind of run that makes me want to run away from everyone and everything.
There's people that understand me, without words. They just know. Those people, I will always love. And from this point on, I'm done losing sleep. Done arguing. Done explaining myself. Because if you cared enough you wouldn't push me to that point, you wouldn't break me down and step on my ashes, and let the wind pick me up.
I'm not heartbroken, because it wasn't real. I'm not tired anymore, because there's too much to live for.
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