end of the year
my heart aches for those who found comfort in high school and in parties they could lose themselves to. i don't know if I'll ever know that sort of ache when I leave. Most of my days of high school have been spent not even in the classroom. Hardly any of my days have been spent outside of my head. But whose fault is that? Somewhere, somehow one of the decisions I made caused my spirit to slip away. I cried on the last day of elementary and middle school. I feel nothing right now. So I'm not graduating, and maybe everything will turn away next year- I know how fast it has turned around before. Whatever, sometimes I just write to make sure that I haven't forgotten how to. I mean, I use to write a poem a day.

Anyways, congrats to all those who finished all 12 years.
especially you rach. I don't think you were made to fit in a high school anyways. Thank the Lord, right?