it's such a strange thing, to fear the summer.
but i do.
it's not the two and a half months of freedom, or the endless summer heat, and it's not even the aspect of stripping down to my bare essentials and trying to keep my head above water, but it's the threat of uncertainty that looms over my shoulder and plays the puppeteer, ruthlessly dictating my actions.
i like planning, and i like knowing, and i like control.
it's comforting, to me, when i walk with my head down and gaze at pavement. i can breathe easy when my datebook is filled to the brim with different coloured inks all telling me where i'm supposed to be and at what time oh,and