I remember I used to be fond of the summer, but it seems to have grown on me. When I say grown on me, I mean it's starting to piss me off. I don't know exactly why I had enjoyed the previous summers, and it's weird because I was really anticipating this one. The only conclusion I could come to was that I am just less happy than I have been in a long time. Though, over these summer days I have learned what it is truly like to be unhappy. I was taught the meanings of fear, agony, and pain. "Fuck this." I grumbled, laying on the bed with my hands behind my head.