Dear Summer, I don't really like you.

My favorite seasons always seem to change. But the one thing that always stays constant,

is the fact that I don't like you.

You're always there right when I need you.

When I need a break,

When I need time away,

When I've had too much of one thing,

You're always there.

But after a week or two, I remember I don't like you.

Summer, I don't like you.

I feel like I have to impress you,

I have to look a certain way.

I feel like I have to do everything I can,

I have to live "my best life" each day.

Summer, I don't like you.

I finally get a break from school,

And jump right back into work.

I finally get some time to rest,

And everything I do feels of little worth.

I used to like you.

I'd get out of school, my friends and I would celebrate.

We would go out every day, a new adventure after the last.

I would look forward to mornings and pine for nights.

Because each one meant something new.

I used to want to go out every day, explore a new part of town.

Maybe get lost in the busy city, or just drive for hours and hours.

But now, you're the time I get to get back on track.

I feel like all I do is waste my days.

I either work a whole day, or work a whole night.

I devote all my time towards getting back things I lost.

When I'm not working for money, I'm working on my body.

Summer, I don't like you!

Summer means heat, and heat means shorts and dresses and swimsuits and tank tops.

Summer means all the things that I've never enjoyed.

I spend my time worrying about how I look or what I'm doing.

Do these shorts make my legs look short?

Does this dress make my stomach look big?
Will people think I can't pull this off?

Summer, I don't like you.

I'm constantly just going, and where? I don't know.

I'm constantly just going, and always seem to worry.

I worry about if I'm wasting my time.

I worry about if I'm doing things wrong.

I worry about if I look okay.

I worry about if this is what every summer will be.

Summer, I don't like you.

I don't know how to change what I don't like.

Of course you're not always bad.

I enjoy the days where I get to sleep in.

I enjoy the days where I can cuddle with my dog all day.

I enjoy the lucky days when my friends and I all happen to have the same day off.

I enjoy the busy days when all I'm doing is running around for fun.

But I wish the good days covered up the bad.

I wish I cared more about what I had than what I can't have.

Summer, I don't like you.

I just wish I didn't care.

Summer, I don't like you.

Summer, I don't like you.