With Summer, usually comes the beach, following along like a puppydog. I've packed my bags and I'm getting ready to go to... somewhere sandy and water-y.
All of the heat in the United States due to the heat wave has burnt me to a crisp. My chest and ass is sunkissed, so hopefully I won't burn as much as I usually do. I've almost beaten that stupid dating sim idle game, Crush Crush.
I got a skimpy little black bikini to wear. Maybe now I won't be as pale as a ghost. I cannot wait until I'm on the shore, with a mocktail and sunglasses... God knows I need that peace.
Life is slow once more. But, a painful slow. My family is strained again. I'm just begging for time to go quicker, for the clock hands to weigh more. Three more years. Three small years before I can pack my bags and head for the mountains.
Somewhere quiet and tall. That's all I need. Away from my nasty family. Away from every person whose hurt me.
One day I'll get my freedom.
No comments:
Post a Comment