I was practically dancing when I left the class. Dancing, I tell you. I'm sure there must be a valid reason for it somewhere . Just as I had started to think that maybe there was another option to seeing the same people, they prove me wrong. Just as I had started feeling good about my life again, I get stepped on.
Senior year is so overrated.
Specifically, music I had in my discman and listened to every day, during those two last weeks of school. Every era of my life that I remember has a song attached to it. If it does to you, do me a favor and let me know. I feel alone. I Love Diaryland.