last summer was the craziest summer i've ever had.

okay, okay, i know, i probably say that every year, but i mean it. it was even crazier than the year before when i moved away from the place i grew up in, and that says something, because it felt like my whole world had been ripped apart.

that summer ruined me. i like to think i came back more mature and responsible, but when i checked my height, i was still 5'3. i didn't get any taller, not even by a millimeter.

it was like the universe collectively agreed to give me trauma and not a useful reward for, i don't know, sending a child to do their dirty work?

sometimes i still dream of that place. i'll wake up in a cold sweat, hyperventilating, after having another nightmare. i can still feel the blood pouring through my fingers

the worst part is, i can never tell whether the blood is my own.

'what happened then? don't leave us on a cliffhanger oscar!' you might ask. first of all, learn to be patient, and second of all, don't worry because you've came to the right place.

i'll tell you about the worst and best summer of my life.