It's so pointless. I spend like an hour painting my nails, doing layer after layer (fortifier, base coat, 3 coats of nail polish, 2 top coats) and waiting for each to dry in between, and for what? All I end up doing is absentmindedly picking off all the polish the next day. Or worse, picking half of it off and then leaving the other bits on and looking like an idiot. Seriously, I always paint my nails because I like sparkly things, but then I get bothered that my nails are covered and pick it off, or get bored and just start picking it off without realizing it. It's pointless. It's just a waste of time and nail polish.

So summer's gone. Gone, gone. I had a lot of great times, and I feel like I SHOULD feel like it was the best summer of my life, but to be honest, I kind of feel nothing. It's gotten all vague and blurry. Anything from the first 2 months feels like it happened ages ago, or during the school year. It's weird. In fact, it kind of frightens me. Am I losing touch with reality? I feel like time is drifting by, and I'm floating around through it without actually taking part in it. It doesn't feel like anything's real anymore.
Maybe the reason I'm hoping something significant will happen this year is because I want it to wake me up.