good mornin'

"i just want it to be summer.
tomorrow.
i can't wait to lay on the beach.
my fedora covering my face.
relaxing for one week.
then coming home to what i'm hoping will be the best summer of my life.
i'll be 21, transfering to a new school, working a job i actually enjoy, and maybe (a big maybe) i'll make enough money over the summer to start searching for an apartment somewhere.
anyone interested in living with me?
i'd search places around towson.
close enough that i could skate to s-bucks and campus bright 'n early in the morn'.
i'm not trying to drop three weeks pay on a towson parking pass."

that's from March of last year...
i came back from that vacation not relaxed, but more stressed and strained than i have ever been after leaving the state.
summer was nothing special. i drifted through it.
slept and drove most of the days away.
and a very depressed hah at my hopes of getting an apartment before going to Towson.
i've managed to bury myself in credit debt and bank of america has stolen $2000 from me.
forever feeling used and excused.
i haven't skated in so long...
fuck.
fuck fuck fuck.