anberlin -- naive orleans

dear summer,

sometimes i can't wait for you to come.

but sometimes i think i'm scared of you. scared of what it'll be like after a year at college (which doesnt feel like college yet). scared of what will happen... what won't happen. maybe i'm scared of disagreements with people. growth clashing with comfort.

summer, the memories you hold are of frisbees whizzing by at night and stars in the green fresh cut grass and caribou coffee and chipotle and late night donut runs just 'cause j. had a coupon.

i think i'm scared of too much.

signed,
me


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i thought about putting a link to this blog on my profile or somewhere more public.. but then i thought against it. maybe i'm not ready for people to see how messed up this daughter of God really is, haha.

who even reads this anyway...