I don't understand why things happen the way they do, when they do, or any of it. But I know not to complain about what I can't control. It's more a perplexed feeling than it is an annoyed one anyway.
As the days narrow down, I am trying to see everyone I can before I go, and am getting increasingly nervous as Sunday approaches.
Some pictures that define my summer:
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