July is a very painful month for me. Last year, less than two weeks before today, I was getting ready to go to Missouri. And I miss it like crazy there. I wish that I could go back, have things be the same. But I’m just too frightened of possible rejection. So I can’t. So, unfortunately, life goes on. I practice driving, get high alone or without friends, and I try not to remember how nice things were for a while last year.
If there’s a way universe, I want to go back. There’s just so many things left unsaid. It’s just begun and I’m ready for July to be over.