summer skin.

Every summer is different. This summer was so far the most different.

A lot is the same: I still can't control my temper, or my ever changing emotions. My family is still always going, always busy, always with anxiety, and always with sarcasm that is apparently love. My friends are still loud, happy, non-confrontational, and there's no use in trying to get any of us to shut up.
But there's so much change, I can't even wrap my mind around it. I'm fairly certain that's why I've been hiding, and pretending I'm not hiding. A lot of it is fear of change, and fear of admitting that I still have a lot of room to grow (I didn't just magically mature.)

This is a silly post. But that's because it's 2am and I can't sleep.