Summer is almost over.
I have one week to get my homework done and get my sleeping schedule back in order.
That's gonna be a little hard.
My hair has grown, refusing to let your fingers be brushed out of its tangles.
Buts it's purple now so at least I won't be able to see you in it.
All summer long I thought of you and plenty of other people that I'd left behind.
I thought about why you didn't hate me.
I thought maybe you were insane.
I thought maybe I was insane.
Either way, school starts in a week and I have yet to prepare myself to see you everyday.
I'd grown used to your absence.