My mouth is filled with blood...
...from trying not to speak.
One week left. I'm scared, elated, and I don't know. You name it, feeling's there.
I think I've met someone who knows how to have a fight with me. No, I'm not happy that we're fighting. But I like the way she does. It's hard to explain. I like that just because we're hardly on speaking terms doesn't mean she can't wait to hang out next week. Though who knows, this is kind of special circumstances.
I can't wait till I really and truly leave high school. I'm still in a high school state of mind. Maybe the little things will stop upsetting me so much when I leave.
One week left. I'm scared, elated, and I don't know. You name it, feeling's there.
I think I've met someone who knows how to have a fight with me. No, I'm not happy that we're fighting. But I like the way she does. It's hard to explain. I like that just because we're hardly on speaking terms doesn't mean she can't wait to hang out next week. Though who knows, this is kind of special circumstances.
I can't wait till I really and truly leave high school. I'm still in a high school state of mind. Maybe the little things will stop upsetting me so much when I leave.