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Post by pipert on Dec 29, 2009 17:14:36 GMT -5
Property of Piper Tangrew. I know almost seven different languages and can speak using rather large words, so I would highly recommend for your mental health and safety that you put this down before immersing in your deepest desires by wanting to "know me" or "be cool" because you stole some poor woman's diary. |
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Post by pipert on Dec 29, 2009 17:26:26 GMT -5
 L¡'estate.
ete
samhradh
el verano
Natsu
xiatian
No matter how you say it, it's summer. My least favorite time of the year. Everyone else is out enjoying the heat and tromping through any kind of water they can find. One would think anyone with common sense would be inside enjoying the air conditioning, or at least inside a vehicle with cold air blasting at them. A girl was talking with my father and complaining about her sunburn, and I wanted so badly to burst in and ask her why the hell she was out in the first place. I just went back inside to return to my book.
Daddy is worried about me. He says "normal" children go outside to enjoy the sunshine, even if they are like me and adore winter. I told him if it happened to snow that he could let me know and I would be glad to run outside with the "normal" children. I think I disappointed him, but I can't really bring myself to care. It was too much like mother, the way he nagged at me. Even just for that one moment, the flashback of her was unbearable. Why would I want to go outside if I hate summer, love winter, would rather be reading, and wish I was back at school?
Summer sucks.
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