Summer.

I've never liked August because it's an ending.

I've always like September because it's a beginning.

In less than 3 months, I'll be 18.

I'll have a new zip code, and a new room, and new pots and pans.

It's kind of funny how this time next year, I'll be going through the same process, just sans the pots and pans.

I don't think you take pots and pans to college.

Not too long ago, I went running through the woods with a good friend, and he told me I didn't deserve what I had to endure.

He was right.

On the plus side, I don't have to endure it much longer.

Happiness is what you make it.