Don't go...

Is it strange that I don't quite know what to do with my freedom... I don't particularly want to use my phone... I miss those silly/fun night life events and wars with socks that we'd only now be rapping up for the night. As I look out my window and see a beautiful pink in the sky, leftover from the sunset, I wonder what it would look like from the hill. While Michael Buble plays on my computer I find myself asking, "Summer, please stay a little longer!"