Its this time of the year again. Where I get bored, claustrophobic, antsy. I need to get out, I need to be free. I'm sick of going to work every day. of not being able to wear normal clothes. of not being able to go on adventures. of having rules. of having parents breathing down my neck. of not being able to see him whenever I want. I'm sick of having to say goodbye everytime. But I guess I just have to push through it and quit complaining. I only have another month. But that month isn't going by very fast.