Yes, I know, but this is important
School is over, and I like that.
Yesterday seemed so appropriate. Each year seems like as the months pass, everyone gets madder and more annoyed with each other, or people start lunging at each others throats. Then the summer comes abruptly, and no one sees each other all that much, and by the start of the next year, everyone has forgiven each other by default. Yet it's never been substantial grudges, never things that we all truly will remember in 10 years. I don't know if this time will be different. Everyone secretly blames themselves, I get that feeling. We're all weak and vulnerable and we all care too much. And I don't want to be caught in the middle. I don't know if that's a choice.
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I was looking at pictures today. Everything seemed so yellowed and different. They made me consider the things I've given up. I had it pretty good. And this year, this year was such a waste. I spent so much of my time creating these elaborate dreams, and it would just be so perfect if they came true. And I waited this whole year, and I knew they were unrealistic, but I still waited, and nothing happened. So now. Now, even if it's not real, even if I don't feel the same way, I think I'm ready to move on.