I miss sitting on my roof and watching the sun set and watching the stars come out so I can try and find constellations. I miss scaring the neighbors because my earbuds are in and I can't hear myself sing. I miss having to come back inside because it's too hot and lay on my bed with the ac cranked and switch on voltron to watch again for the 18th time. I remember the exact smell of that summer. Humidity mixed with the old can of monster next to my bed paired with the feeling of clutter surrounding me. I miss it a lot. Now I'm just stressed and anxious. Now all I can smell if the stuffy air my heater creates. Now all I can see is the plastic stars on my ceiling. Now all I can feel in the patch of bed that isn't covered in clothes because I can't be bothered to clean. Everything is just so bad. But I know I'm going to miss is as soon as summer hits.