an end of a season, the start of another.

Looks like year 2 sem 2 has ended. And suddenly life seems to be fast forwarding itself. It's been a great run. Camping in the library hasn't been fun at all, but the time has passed. In it's own special way, time passes. Things come and go, people come and go, thoughts and feelings come and go. What happens next? Isn't that always the question? I think every summer, it's going to be a feeling of misdirection. Not being sure what happens next. 

So not used to being forever in someone else's shadow. First it was my brother, and now it's my friend. The feeling of never being just quite good enough. Maybe it's all in the mind.