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I've been dreading this, writing about the end of high school. I thought I would be crying and sad, knowing that a huge part of my life just ended. Or happy that I never have to be in the halls of redwood again. However I don't feel anything. Thursday was the last day I'm going to see a lot of the people I've spent 4 years with and I don't know, it just feels like another summer.
Perhaps it just hasn't hit me yet. Maybe in July I will spontaneously burst into tears, or on my way to New York. Thats another thing, I'm moving 3000 miles away in 3 months and I don't know how I feel about that either. It scares me because I'm going to miss my friends and family so much and I've never been away from home for more than a few weeks at a time.
ahhh...
Perhaps it just hasn't hit me yet. Maybe in July I will spontaneously burst into tears, or on my way to New York. Thats another thing, I'm moving 3000 miles away in 3 months and I don't know how I feel about that either. It scares me because I'm going to miss my friends and family so much and I've never been away from home for more than a few weeks at a time.
ahhh...