Is It Really Summer?

Maybe I was expecting something at the end of the year to happen, but nothing really happened. Something exciting, something that would make me feel relieved and help me breathe. I mean, I was satisfied with the outcome of this year. Meeting a lot of new friends, talking to the people I normally don't talk to, trying not to have as much drama as I did last year. I must say, this year was great. But there's some part of me that feels like I'm missing something, a Big something. My grades were all A's and B's this year, although I may have lacked in some areas but I managed to bring them up. My friends have been nothing but good to me, and I couldn't be happier for them. I don't think I could have gotten anywhere this year without my friends. Especially my best friends. They've been great to me and I love them for that. Except, I'm thinking that everything will change over summer. I know nothing will ever stay the same, but I was kind of hoping it would. I like the way things are right now, but I wish some things would change. Change is good, it's healthy, but it's hard to accept the fact that things DO change. I'm willing to accept that fact. So everyone's coming back or is already back. Everyone's already having fun, and I'm happy. I may be having a boring summer so far, with nothing to do. It's like, I'm hungry, and summer is leaving me to starve. I want to make my stomach full. Which is pretty much saying summer isn't satisfying me at all. I have Fourteen Days Left. And I'm thinking that when I get on that plane and look out the window and look back at everything, I'm going to smile, and wait for change to happen. I'm going to see the outcome of what summer brings us, good or bad. But that is how change is. Good or Bad. It's okay. Let's try to make it good. Although I still feel like a piece of me is missing.