You are 19.

When the only people you see are in music videos.

When you go on tumblr and proceed to post way too many, way too personal images and quotes.

When you determinedly ignore talking to his best friend about what happened.

When you refuse to reflect on how she gave you a very unpleasant flash of déjà vu.

When you think back to how you used to be and wish you still were.

When you think how ironic that is.

When you realize that that person is deep in you and you just need to let her step out again.

When you receive great comfort from John Hughes films.

When you bake in the sun and nurse your wounds with a fond flash of remembrance.

When you see a picture and think that you actually look pretty even though you pick out your flaws.

When you realize that perfection is boring.

When you realize you will not be a teenager for much longer.

When you realize why people reflect on adolescence with fondness,

You are 19.

So this blog is becoming a collection of my works. I think it will be very therapeutic. I think this summer in general with be therapeutic. I plan to enjoy myself and spend time with people I normally would spend time with it.

"Funny, isn't it," a friend has said, "how our groups have all changed after graduating high school."

Indeed, they have. I like it, I suppose. I'm happier now with these people than I was back in the day, and since some of the people are the same, I figure I am doing pretty well by my own standards, friend wise. You never really keep the same exact people in your lives because we are all changing. I'm not the person I was a year or two or more years ago, and I can't expect other people to be.

I can just expect people to be, whatever they are, a good one: a good person, a good friend. I think that's all I can recall of myself.

"Whatever you are, be a good one."-Abraham Lincoln

Yeah, I like that.