I'm drinking a glass of lemonade my mom just made me.
I'm reading old journal entries in old green college rule notebooks.
(I wish I remembered everything I wrote down. I wrote things assuming I would remember exactly what I was talking about...I wrote as if I would always know.)
I'm waiting for a phone call that probably wont come tonight.
I'm packing for another trip, I thought I would leave in a week but I just realized I leave tomorrow.
I'm ready to write a book on this summer and how helpless it has been.
I'm hating how negative I have become regarding this summer.
but I don't want to start over...I was taught a lot this summer about giving and serving and fear and flesh. (I was taught a lot about me)
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