I knew when this summer started that there wasn't going to be much summer in my summer.
I thought I was okay with that.
But now, here I am, staring down the barrel of August.
And I feel like I'm standing on the edge of cliff.
And I know it's a long, long way down.
And I know there's nothing but rocks at the bottom.
And I know I don't have a parachute.
And I know that, at any moment, someone is going to come up behind me.