rest in peace summer.

I'm going into a full nostalgia mode for summer and it's only the first week of september. I am trying not to feel so nostalgic about summer because it's just depressing, and as I try not to think about summer I find myself pathetically nostalging about my teenage days that haven't even ended yet, but I keep thinking about it ending because I'm already so old which makes me miss the days I'm living, and then I think about wild teenager-like things I could be doing with my wild teenage years instead of sitting infront of a computer starting a blog which makes me want to stop being depressingly nostalgic about my teenage life so I stop and then I get all nostalgic for summer. It's a vicious cycle.
I may sound somewhat calm about the whole thing but inside I feel like this:

To sort of try to recapture the summer teenager spirit that seems to be slowly fading away into the black abyss of school and cold and rain and all the mushy gross things, I've been obsessively hitting the 'earlier page' on this wonderful blog of teenage bedrooms, putting beach boys on repeat and shamelessly dancing around in my room having fun, fun, fun, cuddling in a cozy nook of fluffy blankets with The Virgin Suicides, eating copious amounts of unhealthy and disgustingly delicious food, and of course,
looking at summery photos like these:

Why can't it be summer all around, it's sort of becoming a serious problem.

-K