| (no subject) |
[Nov. 15th, 2011|03:55 am] |
|
the site saved that post. it was from the night before my graduation i'm guessing. i had no idea it was here or that i even wrote it.. what a surprise |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Nov. 15th, 2011|03:54 am] |
I've been sitting here wondering why my heart won't stop pounding, why my stomach won't leave my throat. I feel like I've fallen in love like a school boy again. I can't stop my head from spinning. All these memories from day one to now, my airport arrival to my soon to be departure. I have made so many wonderful memories here and basically got a second chance at everything. I left my home and came here virtually starting over. I had a fresh start, it was time to begin a new life. It wasn't easy leaving those at home, infact it was one of the hardest thing I've ever done. Can you imagine just one day on a whim picking up and leaving everyone. Not getting an ok from your mom to fly across the country and start a new.
My time in Westville has been most enjoyable. It is extremely hard to know that it's time to go. To know that on that last half day it was the the last time I will see those I have learned to love. I adore so many people here in this town. So many people talk about how they can't wait to get out of this town. It's like leaving the town you grew up will change anything. This town has been no different than the one I came from, but I guess when you leave you do get to start over sort to speak. Regardless I do wish every single one of you the best of luck in your future adventures. You all have the capability to do and become something great.
To those who consider me their friend, aquatence, or even someone they hate. I thank you. I thank you for making every day fun, enjoyable, exciting, and drama filled. What is highschool supposed to be but full of drama. If it was nothing less could we have reunions, and talk about everything that happened from 9-12th grade. How lucky we are to have a small class, even if you don't like it. You get to know EVERY SINGLE PERSON in your class on a somewhat personal level. Not many people who go to highschool can say the same. Not many people can say they have had some kind of enjoyment with someone in their class.
I'm just going on and on for no reason what so ever and probably won't even end up posting this. I'm just sitting here counting down the hours till graduation. It's so unreal knowing that it's finally going to happen. Two years ago I wasn't even in school and had no plans on going back. I have no plans for my future, and I'm incredibly scared. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Jan. 5th, 2006|10:06 pm] |
|
life goes on long after the thrill of living is gone |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Dec. 25th, 2005|11:28 am] |
|
a virtuous mind dreams what a wicked man does |
|
|
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=88.8){kind=small}
troy_loves_7up's journal