I’ve been comparing this summer to last, and things have just been so odd. Last year at this time I felt like I was having the time of my life with a group of people that weren’t only my friends, but felt like a family to me. I miss those times and all the great memories I made. I’m still doing my best to make the most out of this summer, but nothing will ever compare to the last one. I hung out with some of those friends tonight, and it was nice, but you can tell things have changed. We’ve all grown in different ways and went our separate ways with some things. Maybe it was just that summer but I always wanted it to last longer. The worst part about it is knowing that I might be invited to get together if said person was not going to be there, but he is, and he clicks with them more. So I get it. I just don’t understand why things have to be like that, why people can’t be civil after parting ways with each other. Not that I’d want to be friends, but I think we should be able to tolerate one another. That’s another thing I don’t understand, I never did anything wrong. Why am I the bad guy? I think about these things a lot and I don’t know if they’ll ever make sense to me. I can just continue to move on with my life and meet new people.