Summer Anxiety
Three. Two. Maybe One weeks left.
What will happen next?
What will happen to my friends?
What will happen to the Friends that won’t be back in the fall?
What if I never see them again?
What if I see them again; but have to rebuild that bond?
What if we don’t stay in contact?
What if we aren’t friends anymore?
All these things In my mind.
Why can’t that little voice go away?
Why can’t life be like how movies descrip it?
Why? Why!? Why!
Three. Two. Maybe One weeks left.
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