Where Are My People???


Summer is here. I wouldn’t be able to say that if I hadn’t almost died the other day in the sweltering heat when I was out biking it on the bike trail for 15 miles. By the time we got back to our house I really thought I was going to die, and the only way to get away from the heat was an ice cold swimming pool. I have never felt so refreshed, I couldn’t even see anything but cooling off as I staggered up to the deck and let my body freely drop and be enveloped in the shockingly cold water.

I have never felt so upset about anything as this summer when I have realized that all of my friends are out and about outside of our town doing things to help them with their lives and futures. It didn’t hit me until the other night when i was sitting at my house I decided to call someone up to hang out and as I was going down the list in my phone  book I realized there was no one to call because the few friends that I have left in this place, were working or busy.

How sad. Every single one of my very close friends is not staying here this summer and I am stuck in this prism of jobs working everyday of the week, not getting a chance to hang out with anybody. I have never felt this way in my entire life. Everyday there is something to do and when we are bored we somehow find something fun  to get into. Now, there is nothing. I am stuck here alone with very few people to hang out with and it is certainly heartbreaking when not long ago I was able to pull eight or nine people together for a night of fun, spur of the moment.

What is the world coming too? Reality sucks.

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