is this really how it's supposed to feel?
tomorrow...i leave the auditorium for the last time as a student.
I finished the scrapbook, guys. It's beautiful. And I took more time and care and love in it then any project I have ever completed in high school, so if I walk out of those doors thinking I did at least one wonderful thing, and it is our scrapbook...life is okay.
I am so very sad. I just can't see myself saying this is all over. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. But more importantly, Cy Fair Drama. My friends. My family. My heart.
I have sat in that auditorium. By myself. No lights. No audience. No sound. I sat center stage. And just cried. Cried because friendships were formed on that stage. Because dreams came true on that stage. Fights with friends happened on that stage. Hugs happened on that stage. And love happened everytime we were together on that stage.
This can't really be the end. Can it?
I'm sad because of a little falling out I had with someone, I lost a 4 year friendship over...something dumb. And it has been a year since we have spoken...and I tried to speak...and I was ignored.
It feels like I have to hurry up and close things in a neat little package so I can feel better about it all ending. But the more and more I try...the messier it gets. I can't wrap 4 years of tears, love, memories, hugs, jokes, laughs, and experiences in a neat little box. I feel like I have to be strong and I feel like I have to say all the things I want to say...but I can't.
It's not enough...but the people I have met in high school are my angels. And I love them all. I just can't believe I am about to say goodbye.
I finished the scrapbook, guys. It's beautiful. And I took more time and care and love in it then any project I have ever completed in high school, so if I walk out of those doors thinking I did at least one wonderful thing, and it is our scrapbook...life is okay.
I am so very sad. I just can't see myself saying this is all over. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. But more importantly, Cy Fair Drama. My friends. My family. My heart.
I have sat in that auditorium. By myself. No lights. No audience. No sound. I sat center stage. And just cried. Cried because friendships were formed on that stage. Because dreams came true on that stage. Fights with friends happened on that stage. Hugs happened on that stage. And love happened everytime we were together on that stage.
This can't really be the end. Can it?
I'm sad because of a little falling out I had with someone, I lost a 4 year friendship over...something dumb. And it has been a year since we have spoken...and I tried to speak...and I was ignored.
It feels like I have to hurry up and close things in a neat little package so I can feel better about it all ending. But the more and more I try...the messier it gets. I can't wrap 4 years of tears, love, memories, hugs, jokes, laughs, and experiences in a neat little box. I feel like I have to be strong and I feel like I have to say all the things I want to say...but I can't.
It's not enough...but the people I have met in high school are my angels. And I love them all. I just can't believe I am about to say goodbye.