Eleven Days

He tells me it's only eleven days away, I'm not really sure how I feel about that yet, it'll be weird to say the least. Eleven days and counting.

A hell of a lot has changed in the last month, sometimes I feel like I'm burning on the inside, and sometimes I feel cold still. That aside though, I am looking forward to certain things. Beach trips for instance, films that are set to be watched, walks to be taken. All the adventures of the summer.

Sometimes I wonder if it's really real. But, my god, I hope it is.

The dreams are still waxing and waning. Perhaps I long to write, yet I'm not sure. My room is still in a state of half destruction. It's like my world isn't yet complete. But maybe it will be in eleven days. Tomorrow the real countdown commences.