Writings of Summer Blayre

The Final Twelve Hours

12/31/17
12:40pm
-Reflecting on all that was, and all that will be, I'm not so sure if the uneasy feeling is excitement, or dread.
2:30pm
-Consistent Boredom. A true pain of life, when you realize you could be doing something with it.
5:00pm
-Sensations. Happiness. Lust. Truly losing yourself for a brief period of time.
7:40pm-
-Four hours. Twenty minutes. "A new year, new me." Yet, sadly, I know I'll be doing the exact same thing tomorrow. Absolutely nothing.
10:15pm
-I wish to be lifted up higher than where I sit on this rustic couch. I wish to be calmed, through the upcoming hours.
1/1/18
12:05am
-In my opinion of New Years resolutions; the whole "new year, new me"; All complete bullshit. New Year, Same Shit.