Dear Summer #16
For less than 20 days ago, I gave you a promise to make this a better summer, today I broke that promise.
Over the years, that I myself have become older, have months, similar to you, July started to flow together. One long leave which gives me more anxiety than pleasure. Maybe it's because I do not have a job for the summer yet again, to pass my free time, the strength to do what I want. Or the fact that I'm constantly cooled and freezes, so far there are 30 degrees, which happens at most once a year, if you're lucky.
I love the summer when you gives us warmth, it makes me feel good, we have time to rest, take the day as it comes and don't really have any plans.
But the summer also gives me such a fucking panic attacks that I have a hell of a time that I did not know what to make of, a thousand things I'd like to do, but have no energy for, and the time feels short before school starts again . Exactly a month, then, the school is starting. I will promise, you and everyone else that everything will be fine, but I know I will not keep it. But I can at least promise that I will not hurt myself.