i really hate the remainder of my summer. miami is lame without real friends, i'm home for most of the time unable to find a job since they won't hire me since i have to leave in late august. i fucking hate that i haven't really done much, the highlight of my Miami summer has been reading the final chapter of the Harry Potter saga.
Harry Potter and the Deadly Hallows left me wanting more. It was of course everything i expected and more, i cried, laughed and was angry. took me 12 hours to completely devour it, yet savouring every single little moment. made me love Ronald Weasley even more. yet.. it left me empty and nostalgic for the old times...or for new times. i want something and i can't grasp it. it's kinda pathetic that a book makes me realize that i'm alone here. and it made me think about next semester, about how my real friends are and who will really be there for me in the end there are so many emotions that i have inside that i haven't liberated in the longest.
sure, Europe was the greatest escape, but in the end, you always have to come back to reality. because we all have realities that we escape from, the escape might be wonderful, then all of the sudden it's all over and you are right back where you started.