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So there I was, screaming I'M FREE and taking that last step off the curb. Listening to Against Me!-We Did It All for Don and Beck-We Live Again as we drove to a foursquare party at Thomas Browning's house. The day was strange. I almost punched my middle school principal, almost cried in front more than one old teacher, and told strangers that I would never see them again. After leaving school, I ate the first meal of the day, which was grated cheese, pepperonis and water crackers at a park near my house with a friend. I only got three hours of sleep last night so I am all adrenaline and sickness and glee and fear.
Is this the end? I keep telling myself it is, but all I feel is numb, all I feel is that deep weight which has gotten heavier and heavier since January.
Is this the end? Yes. But in the future? Fancy beer, music, freedom.
Is this the end? I keep telling myself it is, but all I feel is numb, all I feel is that deep weight which has gotten heavier and heavier since January.
Is this the end? Yes. But in the future? Fancy beer, music, freedom.