All together now...
Well, it's the last day of school for me. Next year is going to be spent behind an espresso machine, some good books, and fellow campbell clubers. I'm so burnt out I keep finding myself drenched in cold water. 2:52, Final at 3:15 and I haven't felt stressed yet. I guess caring about those little letters on important pages might just factor into that a bit.
I'm not believing that some of you might disappear from me forever. The days keep passing me by. I've got my fingers crossed, eyes squinted in the hope that something will stick. My only solace is this keyboard an its superficial connections to other keyboards. I know that the memories will remain, I'm hoping that more than just the patter of keys will serve as connections to you all and that somehow, tomorrow won't be like days long past, void of anything beyond faint memories.
This is a story ending...
I'm not believing that some of you might disappear from me forever. The days keep passing me by. I've got my fingers crossed, eyes squinted in the hope that something will stick. My only solace is this keyboard an its superficial connections to other keyboards. I know that the memories will remain, I'm hoping that more than just the patter of keys will serve as connections to you all and that somehow, tomorrow won't be like days long past, void of anything beyond faint memories.
This is a story ending...