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Spring makes me unbearably restless, just like every other American teenager I would guess. Probable even more so this year of course, since it's my last free spring. In the years to come I suppose I'll have adult concerns like taxes and allergies. But besides that, spring makes me extremely nostalgic. I absolutely love it and hate it at the same time. After it rained really hard and then got sunny, the grass looked gleaming, like it had just been washed squeaky clean. There were tall blades of it because it hasn't been cut at all yet. I wanted to go lay down in the little sections of tufts. But I knew that because it had rained earlier this afternoon, my clothes would get wet if I did. The reason this makes me nostalgic is because 10 years ago, I wouldn't care where I was going later this evening, or if I would have to do extra laundry as a result of laying in the wet grass, because I didn't do my own laundry.

But this thought must be cut short since my sister who got out wants to act like she still owns and controls everything in this household. And she very well may.