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i never realized how pretty this song was until now
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Still don’t know what they do….
crashlearnedthatfromthepizzaman:
OUT OF MY WAY THEY NEED ME AND MY SONIC!!
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Well, hello there. I know it’s not usually seen as important but I just had my last real day of Freshman year of high school, and it’s difficult to express how I feel in words.
Firstly, to note something:
Everyone else is like this for summer
While I am like this:
because I have no clue where on Earth I am going to go from here.
This year I’ve done a lot of self-exploration; most namely in my April experiment. Last summer, I went from a stupid 8th grader who lacked a care in the world to a human being. I met some people that I will never forget, some that I call my best friends, and I met some people who had gone through so much more than I ever thought imaginable from the looks of them. But sure enough, I met my friends- some suicidal, some bisexual, all just different- and they changed me forever. I knew that pain existed before then, but I didn’t know where or to what magnitude it did. I feel enlightened to know of the human experience, despite the pains it brings (you know, “Ignorance is bliss” and all that).
And so now I wait to see what happens this year. Today was monumental for a number of reasons, namely that one of the most influential people to my life was, after over a month, released from the mental hospital she was in for self-abuse. For the time she was in there, I thought of her all the time, had sleepless nights over her, and couldn’t feel truly happy for too long without crashing. But now she is out, and I only hope that when we see each other again in about a month she will miss me close to as much as I miss her.
Today was also pretty big for the main reason that I am writing this; I said goodbye to some of my great friends today. My senior friends. From robotics and my AP class, I made some fantastic friends that, unfortunately, I probably will see very seldomly again. I saw them as mentors, leaders, and friends, and only recently did I realize how much I would miss them.
And so now I do something few do; I miss something that just ended. I remember the long hours spent, the sleep lost, the book written, and the time wasted. I smile at the amazing friends I’ve gained over this year, the times we spent together, and the memories I have. I hate the goodbyes, the drama, the awkward situations, the bullying, the shame I felt at the actions of my friends. I will cherish what I earned this year and keep it with me for the rest of my years in high school and in life.
I know I ramble, and my writing probably needs some improvement, but that’s what tumblr is: Facebook without the stupid face to face moments in between, MySpace for cool people, 4chan for the ones with the souls, YouTube but with .gifs- which is totally pronounced with a g not a j sound-, and reddit for hipsters. Over the next 3 months of summer, I hope to get closer to you guys and maybe follow some more people, because my stream has been a little dry recently.
Well, I shall sleep soon, for Korra is on tomorrow morning, and I shall not miss it!
(P.S. Daniel, if you see this, 1. Beautiful post 2. You’re still invited to Disneyland if you around the school area for much longer. Text/Call me @ the number I signed in your faux yearbook)
And thus, it ends.
Four years of repeating the same thing over and over again, and boom: I’m done with high school.
This day has really left me with a well-needed sense of closure, even though just about every moment I shared with my friends were riled with overtones of bittersweet good-byes.
This remaining feeling of sadness and wistful daydreams of turning back time to spend one more moment with them, one more moment to laugh with them, one more moment to love them, are among the many things that they now leave behind.
I wrote innumerable letters to my closest friends. Some of them were long, and some of them were short because my friends wanted them to be short good-byes.
But I am still missing one letter: and this time it’s written in text.
As of Friday, March 25th, 2012, I have fourteen followers.
And it’s you fourteen followers that receive one “letter.”
So please, read. Read and know how much reading my words changed my life.