wasted time in the morning.

biked to adrienne's.

went to froyo avec her and tinh.

met up with elliot and brendan.

met up with blase.

cue super loudness, cards, and just disturbing the peace in general.

hello, summer. my name is carrie and i already miss you.

Today was another summer day.

Perfect with ice cream and warm weather.

Carefree with endless swinging.

Only thing missing is a nighttime picnic.

But no worries,

it will happen.

Next on the list is bike ride?

you never sprint the mile because you'll never win.

It's worse when you're not even good at sports in the first place.

but you can always find loopholes right?

I can get tired from sprinting,

but can't I tag team

and pass it on to a friend?

I'm not very comforting,

I apologize,

and I know I usually say the wrong things.

But I try not to judge

[try, sometimes succeeding, only sometimes]

and I try to be opening minded

[if I can be open minded about hatred, there's little I can't accept]

and so don't my actions speak louder than my words?

[not like we ever have full conversations anyways].

I cannot tell you to preserve,

and not give up,

because I do not know what is happening.

But I can tell you to trust the people around you

[I do not think you can trust yourself, because you are always putting yourself down]

I mean, if everyone's telling you to jump,

[not from a cliff, from a much safer height]

why not take the risk?

[we wont be there to catch you, we're not that fast,

but we can jump with you,

or the very least make a human rope and pull you back up]

I do not see the point of depression longer than a day.

[you lose focus]

I believe that you can go to sleep angry

[or sad, or suicidal]

but always promise yourself to wake up ready

[not happy, just ready]

ready for today's drama, obstacles, rocks, traps, gunshots, and stabs through the heart.

Don't worry.

I'll be here for you to tag team the burden to.

I'll help you run the rest of the way.

Metaphorically speaking, that is.

You're hilarious if you think I'm physically running laps for anybody.

I think that

the closet the the best place to think in.

the bathroom is the best place to study.

the kitchen room is the best place for company.

the stairs are the best place for talking.

I'm debating whether I like

these project infested after exam days,

or the test filled pre-exam days.

I enjoy dreams of summer nights,

but do not like being woken up to reality.

I would like to expand my horizons this summer

and learn carpentry.

"unique" is overrated and

"normal" under-appreciated.

people need to learn

humility, faith, and self-control;

because I do not wish to force it unto them.

credits to the bestfriend wayland.

your day will be better.

Year older, not wiser.

No difference, no matter.

In my opinion, you're not older until you feel older.

I guess I'll feel older when some drastic event takes away the last parts of my childhood,

or when I get wrinkles.

I hope hope hope

the wrinkles come first.

But right now, I can't relax until I've studied enough.

And it'll never be enough.