A letter

This is a post.
This is a excuse.
This is the result of not having things
This is me complaining about something I shouldn't
This is me saying I haven't forgotten about this place where I can post things I find brilliant, banal and just generally interesting. I will post soon and make up for all the lost time. I will see you again and shout like the barbaric yawp of Whitman and reference Dead Poets' Society to make me seem cultured. But this is me saying I'll be here soon enough in all my self obsessed self promoting indulgent ways so see you then.

REV

Voyages
 2 more days until I leave, fuck. I don't know if I am "ready" but I guess things happen and you have to just go.
 500th post

Room
 Taking pictures of it at 1am using books as coloured reflectors so I know what it looked like before I had to destory it for university

Wednesday
 The start of the last week.

Summer
 Until Sunday I hadn't even felt the sea, nor had I spent a day of being at the beach or feeling like I was immersed within that whole idea of "Summer". It will be the only time I do this whole summer and I feel like I've missed out and waited for a bit too long lucking out on what could've been. The fear of not making the most of things is one of my biggest probably an extension of my fear of death.

What I guess I'm trying to ramble is take everything, enjoy everything and just jump.

Celebration
 SHOUT, LAUGH

Parting
 A gift for a friend who is off to start an adventure.