If I had one wish, it would be to go back to the summer of 2007. Those three months impacted me more then anything else has in my entire life. I still feel the repercussions of that time every day of my life, not a day goes by that I don’t regret something from that time. I wasted the entire summer being depressed and hardly ever leaving my room. I was sixteen and heart broken, of course not that much changed the whole next year, except I was seventeen and heart broken. At the time, I didn’t have any friends who I felt comfortable talking to about it, and I never feel comfortable talking about this stuff with my family.
If I ever build a time machine, the summer of ’07 is the first place I am going. To let myself know that it isn’t the end of the world, no matter how much it feels like it is.