Uneasy, uneasy. The twelve-year-old me would never have guessed that one day she would hear herself say "I'm so happy the vacation is near its end." I cannot wait for it to be over. Mornings are getting chilly and nights even cold, and I, as normally I would do at this time of every year, automatically turn back to the Cure's the Last Day of Summer. Last year, I ran away from this place to avoid thinking about the city becoming empty when I came back, and this year, I stayed, stuffing my timetable to prevent myself from missing something. It is more bearable this time with the awareness of being able to return to what I like and who I adore. I am successful in not missing them too much the whole summer but near the end I find myself nervous, uneasy...happily though. Why am I always filled with hope, or am I just being childish?
The Cure - The Last Day of Summer by pseudonemo
