Write, write, write

The nights are hard to get through.
So many things on my mind, so few people I can tell them to.
Just write, write, write. Get it all out.
Out.

I spent the best summer of my life (I said the same last year, but it just keeps getting better) and I don't want it to end.
Don't want to let it go.
See you next year, I guess.

And Prague...
Fuck, I already miss you. "You". Whatever.
Just one month and I'll be there again.
One month and so much to deal with.
So many things to say.

But for now... Just write.