A Mediocre Life

Mood: listening to Beyoncé songs while drinking hard root beer

Me: not my math mark

Wifi: not me.

No this is not about an enemy I made over the summer. Tell me more tell me more like did they back stab you? Hahaha look at me with my pop culture references! Anyway, this is about summer. I live in Canada and the summers are just super humid and it is absolutely horrible. I have an extremely low tolerance for heat. Perhaps I should stop wearing skinny jeans all the time but that involves liking my legs enough for shorts and that is not happening. Perhaps I should learn how to adjust? No. I play rugby and that hasn't gotten me used to this damned weather that feels like satan is interrogating us all but we can't hear him because we have headphones in so he is slowly cooking us. That's not the only reason I dislike summer though, I am a teenager. I am extremely bored. I tried so hard to get a job but no luck so I am stuck bumming around because I am horrible at making plans. I. Miss. School. No I am. Not ashamed of saying that because school is my life. I miss seeing people every day and getting to socialize all the time. I know a good amount of people to talk to at school but not hang out with outside of school so the summers are boring. I miss talking to teachers because teachers are so cool! I extremely miss classes. Learning every day and having projects. *sigh*. I really miss music because music is a big part of my school life. School is a part of who I am because I am. A teenager so when the summer comes around, a part of me is left behind. And, unlike some teenagers who party and are all about going to the movies and shopping the day away, another part of me isn't unleashed when summer starts. Most teenagers have a summer personality and life but I don't. So I sit here in my room and occasionally go to rugby or volunteer. But mostly I sit here, with a gaping hole in my personality because school is on pause.

Me: *hand guns away while winking, backs into wall, sprints away*

reassuring myself after running into a wall for the seventh time this week

Friend: Just like you :D

The point I was trying to get across was...these possessions, all of them, no matter how silly they seem to keep, mean so much to me. I feel guilty about it a lot. I am this girl who has been given such a great life, so great that I continuously have to buy storage bins in order to keep all of my things organized. I shouldn’t keep them all though. It is ridiculous. Yes, it clutters my mind but so many people would do anything for a couple of pencils. There are people without pencils that could be extremely gifted writers or artists and I have a huge bin of them unused except for when I want to remember things. It makes me feel selfish so I am trying really hard to let go of the past and hope my memory remains. I have a great memory but sometimes I think it is because I have kept everything I have ever owned. This sentimental hoarding is a huge part of who I am so expect more writing on this in the future. Thanks for reading my rambling! 

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