Nothing interesting happened inside my home during the summer. What do you write about the feverish temperature and the dry breeze? Too much time is spent on the benches in the living room, or on the cold, tiled floor, for a change. 24/7 the fan is turning, trying to make wind out of nothing.
I'm craving pizza from my favorite student-friendly restaurant. I'm missing those cold, green matcha drinks. There are times that I just wish to be back inside the campus, drinking yogurt fruit drinks with friends. Some nights, yogurt turns to alcohol. Sometimes I wish to be on the sidewalk of the busy highway, slowly taking the long distance with someone just to stretch the time. I miss him.
But this will be the last summer of my life, the last summer before I finally get my degree. I'm determined to enjoy it until I ultimately grow tired of it.
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