this is the last friday of our high school lives. this is the last weekend of our high school lives. less than a week from now we will be leaving the building for the last time into freedom and a false sense of endless possibilities (if you don't believe me, ask any adult). but that's okay...the bounce in my step might return. i will be rejuvinated. school makes me forget who i am. summer is the time to remember. i think i wrote something like that in here around this time last year........
but it's not all good. something happened to someone i used to know (someone who encouraged my cousin to use drugs! AOSGIHSADFAS!!! forget that, don't read this parenthesis message), and it didn't even surprise me because i had a dream similar to this in october. what makes it worse is that i'm extremely extremely empathic, especially of people i'm really close to. that means marshall's feelings dump all over me and weigh me down like an anvil in my chest. i really really felt the need to leave the kitchen last night but i somehow got the willpower to tolerate all the...absorbency.
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