Humans.
We are inventors motivated by extreme laziness.
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She needs summer. Without it, I'm sure she would break. At school with overdue papers and a look of pure stress on her face, I can't think of anything more heartbreaking that I have ever witnessed. Yes, I have a privileged, sheltered life, free of pain, physical or emotional. That's why her pain is also my worst pain, her emotional wounds are way worse than mine and I'm sure she only shows me a fraction of them. School is probably just the tip of the iceberg.
I wish she would open up to me, cry it out, get rid of all her baggage, and run barefoot in a field of daisies for once.
Hopefully she can relax well in summer, take off the weights on her mind and heart and follow them to the ground to rest. Prepare for the next school year.
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My brother is lucky. He has the advantage of a cliche we're-best-friends-that-live-next-door situation. Two, in fact. A friend around the block, and a friend whose backyard literally connects to ours. He even has a friend that seems to live in his computer. Of course, that friend lives down in California, but they constantly hang out through multiplayer and FaceTime.
I'm jealous because my single closest friend lives farther out in Timbuktu, the outskirts of our town, the countryside, another planet basically, where it takes her fifteen minute rides to come into town and hang out with me. Of course during school we have almost every class together and are a bit like glue, but during summer...
We don't do FaceTime, she sucks at texting back, and any outings we go on, even when simply walking somewhere, it takes us at least one car ride to get in the same place. Plus we aren't the type of people to run around to summer concerts or pool parties or anything relatively social, so we usually act like hermit crabs in our own houses, occasionally texting each other. I text more, unfortunately, because I feel the need to share everything I feel or see or hear or taste that seems remotely interesting. I know, poor her.
Anyways, my brother is very very lucky, friend-wise. Plus he even has red hair.
That bastard!
I want red hair too...
