I miss summer. I miss running in the hot summer days only worrying about my ice cream melting too fast.
Nevertheless, ever since I entered the adult world I've hated the couple last.
I miss the irresponsible summers, just being a kid. Being "uneducated".
I miss not being judged, overlooked, and underestimated.

In no time at all I became an adult.
In no time at all I became the most dull person I know. What a result!
Questioning my existence suddenly is a religious insult.
If I was doomed to let go of my naïve dreams, then how can I exult?