I guess

Maybe I should start addressing you by your real name.
Naaahh, that ain't me.
I'm a nickname kind of girl.

I miss summer. I miss going on wacky adventures with my cousin. I miss going down to the levy and watching the sunset. I miss going to Wendy's and Mickie's at ten at night. I miss going to Target at three in the morning. I miss going to Kroger's at six in the morning. I miss those all-nighters where we sat up and just talked. I miss playing Sims with you like a little child. I miss those hikes in the woods. I miss getting lost in neighborhoods we don't know. I miss Yellow Springs. I miss the feeling of the sun on my skin. I miss the pool. I miss the smell of chlorine. I miss summer.

One two three go! Stop your ironic cheering! Stop telling me it's okay!
Stop telling me to shake it off!
I won't!

Head-rush in three two one, FUCK.

K, rant over.

Peaches out.