This summer is a waiting period.
Fresh-faced and done with high school, obtaining all sorts of freedom that I can't use yet.
I just want to be in California.
I just want to pack it all in, put on a snazzy hat and jump in a car and drive.
Stick my hand out the window, and take lots of pictures.
But sometimes I feel like my dream will never happen.
Sometimes I feel like my attempts are futile, that I'll never get what I want.
And I hate that.
Why can't I just believe in myself?
