HC and a lot more.
A wise person probably said that there is always a time for people to move on, that there will probably be some event that causes one to move on from something else that was previously unseen before.
That event was...well technically last night. But we'll say tonight. As my friend said, life ain't always beautiful, but it was a beautiful ride. While as "disappointing" as the end result may be, I must admit that the journey was quite the ride, and it suprisingly still remains that way today.
People will always tell me not to worry about it; some will say that it's not worth it to think about it anymore. I might still think its worth it, but I believe the overall consensus is right: it is time to move on.
I don't know if there will be other people that enter my life, at least in high school. I know i'm probably putting wayyy too much like melodramaticness into this, but I don't know. The prospect of there being "more people" seems to be clearer each and every day, but it's still a distant concept, and one I need to follow.
I need to apologize more publically about my rash comments for one thing. While I still sort of think my anger was justified, it could have been carried out in a more rational manner. I apologize for this.
I also need to thank the people who had my back during my little "wazup gah" moment. I thank them for making me realize there was more to life than just what happened.
I should also say that this isn't a rant, but more of a reflection and contemplation at 3AM in the morning. And I'm fucking tired.
I had a funny thought about hc today. It really is an amusement park that you pay 20 dollars for. You're locked in for 3+ hours, and all you have is each other and a bunch of drinks. You have a 'slave master' who forces u to dance with music that just arouses people. I see people running back and forth, saying "omg she wants to dance with you" blah blah blah. It really is like a drama-filled microcosm.
Anyway, I end by saying goodnight. Because in reality I'm tired.
That event was...well technically last night. But we'll say tonight. As my friend said, life ain't always beautiful, but it was a beautiful ride. While as "disappointing" as the end result may be, I must admit that the journey was quite the ride, and it suprisingly still remains that way today.
People will always tell me not to worry about it; some will say that it's not worth it to think about it anymore. I might still think its worth it, but I believe the overall consensus is right: it is time to move on.
I don't know if there will be other people that enter my life, at least in high school. I know i'm probably putting wayyy too much like melodramaticness into this, but I don't know. The prospect of there being "more people" seems to be clearer each and every day, but it's still a distant concept, and one I need to follow.
I need to apologize more publically about my rash comments for one thing. While I still sort of think my anger was justified, it could have been carried out in a more rational manner. I apologize for this.
I also need to thank the people who had my back during my little "wazup gah" moment. I thank them for making me realize there was more to life than just what happened.
I should also say that this isn't a rant, but more of a reflection and contemplation at 3AM in the morning. And I'm fucking tired.
I had a funny thought about hc today. It really is an amusement park that you pay 20 dollars for. You're locked in for 3+ hours, and all you have is each other and a bunch of drinks. You have a 'slave master' who forces u to dance with music that just arouses people. I see people running back and forth, saying "omg she wants to dance with you" blah blah blah. It really is like a drama-filled microcosm.
Anyway, I end by saying goodnight. Because in reality I'm tired.