Summer

I think I'm fatally allergic to summer. This one is beginning to become just like the last one. Full of depression. Of course, for the sake of I don't know I'm going to pretend to be happy. I mean, it doesn't help to be sad because everyone just blows it off or yells at me for having no control over how I feel. I mean, I can't just keep pretending people will care because quite obviosuly they don't. So prepare for a very happy Stef this summer.