About this time.
I think I'm giving up drinking. All it does is put toxins in my body, terrible thoughts in my mind, and a whole bunch of garbagey words in my mouth.
Senior year is all about last chances. You can say it, not say it, ruin something or fix it for good. And it won't really matter afterwards because you were only there for four years anyhow. It's a good time to clean off all that caked-on dry erase marker from the shit of the past three years and face stuff with a blank slate. To tromp down the stream in the woods and not give a damn that your pants are getting wet.
May this be the last time I complain about the damp cuffs of my jeans. I guess there really is a point where you get so used to your routine that it just seems foreign to you, and you just need to fuck it and take two lefts in the opposite direction. I've had it with myself, and it's impossible to get away. You can't graduate and you can't make it new.
At least make it real.
Senior year is all about last chances. You can say it, not say it, ruin something or fix it for good. And it won't really matter afterwards because you were only there for four years anyhow. It's a good time to clean off all that caked-on dry erase marker from the shit of the past three years and face stuff with a blank slate. To tromp down the stream in the woods and not give a damn that your pants are getting wet.
May this be the last time I complain about the damp cuffs of my jeans. I guess there really is a point where you get so used to your routine that it just seems foreign to you, and you just need to fuck it and take two lefts in the opposite direction. I've had it with myself, and it's impossible to get away. You can't graduate and you can't make it new.
At least make it real.