I love you. All of you really. Please know that I’m saying this not as a self-righteous, better-than-you individual but rather I am just saying it for myself, to get it off my chest.
I’m glad I left.
You all changed this summer. All of you, everyone of you, every one of your boundaries changed and slipped and disappeared and eroded.
I would have changed too, but I left on the 27 of August not September.
I needed to get out of there. I didn’t want to be violated. I didn’t want you to change me. It really was inevitable that I would have slipped but time ran out.
I mean every single time you went out there you made it harder and harder for me to even tell you you were wrong because I was struggling so hard on the inside myself.
Even though some of you had qualms (though many of you didn’t) for the most part you refused to look back or forward but only towards the NOW.
I love you still. But I’m sad you changed. If this is your version of growing up, please consider and reflect. If this is your version of not growing up, please aspire and inspire.
Goodbye to you. Goodbye to everything that I knew.
So long summertime of my life.