"and it's hard at the end of the day"
Thursday evening. Quarter after seven. The sun has sunk further than the shine surface, and I'm waiting for the coffee to finish brewing.
School started off and the day was well; they are as follows. Journalism- everyone has flash drives this year which really should help; and there's another girl that's been added to the staff. She's an exception as she's from the Netherlands and has already graduated, headed for the journalistic field, and also wasn't around for the application process. CITS Econ- fine thus far; Franchowiak spoke to me personally about hound pack and I found it admirable. A'Cappella- fast paced for an individual who hasn't sung in school choir since the fourth grade, but still charming to the ears and good company. Wind Ensemble- boring hour, but not judgeable. Health-enough said. Gym- I find I like the variety of equipment in the weightroom.
Nearly seven months ago, Kirby and I started and I made sure that she understood I would never take her for granted. Today it holds true, but my heart says "not good enough." I didn't take her for granted once and it's still impossible to be content while she's gone. I miss seeing her smile. I'm not being dramatic; this is transitional and it isn't at all easy. Love hurts is a genuine phrase, but this was never to be its context.
Goodnight world.
School started off and the day was well; they are as follows. Journalism- everyone has flash drives this year which really should help; and there's another girl that's been added to the staff. She's an exception as she's from the Netherlands and has already graduated, headed for the journalistic field, and also wasn't around for the application process. CITS Econ- fine thus far; Franchowiak spoke to me personally about hound pack and I found it admirable. A'Cappella- fast paced for an individual who hasn't sung in school choir since the fourth grade, but still charming to the ears and good company. Wind Ensemble- boring hour, but not judgeable. Health-enough said. Gym- I find I like the variety of equipment in the weightroom.
Nearly seven months ago, Kirby and I started and I made sure that she understood I would never take her for granted. Today it holds true, but my heart says "not good enough." I didn't take her for granted once and it's still impossible to be content while she's gone. I miss seeing her smile. I'm not being dramatic; this is transitional and it isn't at all easy. Love hurts is a genuine phrase, but this was never to be its context.
Goodnight world.