uneventful sequence of days

every day that goes by is so boring. the only idea that makes life bearable is summer is coming really fast, but I don’t want school to end. I complain about school all the time, but the memories this year are unforgettable. I can’t believe the best years of school are going by way too fast. why is time going so fast only when life is good? it’s a thought I constantly have. I profusely think about just how fast this year went by. it’s truly a horrifying concept. anyway, I’m tired. I’m going to bed, but I’ll add to this tomorrow.