Golden slumbers fill your eyes. Smiles await when you rise.
My favorite kind of people are the people that, when you meet them, they are instantly your friend. Not in a fake over-doing-the-friendly-thing way, just in the way that you know they're cool with you and you don't have to worry about impressing them. You are their friend until proven otherwise, not the other way around. I hope I'm that kind of person.
Seeing seniors leave is such a unique kind of sad. This year I've become friends with the nicest boy I've ever met, the nicest girl I've ever met, my most favorite Venezuelan of all time, and a various few other INSANELY cool and unique personalities. I'm going to miss them so much. I don't know how I'm going to be handling things this time next year. I'll be crying all day that Friday, I'm sure of it. Which is just great. Crying at school sucks big ones.
I remember when things weren't a soap opera. That was nice. That was so nice.