The End. Thanks for Reading.
My eyes opened at 11:45 am. I'm 20 years old. I have been for a whole day. My iPhone is flashing 5 text messages. Our flight is about to leave. Love you. I still smelled of cigarettes from the night before, and my throat felt like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing up against each other every time I tried to form a word on Arteen's voice mail. I roll over to see my roommate missing. He didn't wake me up. Thank God. And there I was the dark room I would call home for the next year. In a group of kids that liked to party even more than the last. At one of the best acting schools in the world. At least thousand miles away from the nearest person I loved. This was the moment I had worked so hard to achieve. This was the moment I had been afraid of for the past year and a half. This was the beginning.
I'm taking down this livejournal in a week or so after I print out every entry and every comment that's accumulated in the past few years to keep for myself. Its time to move on.
Love,
Arya Arabshahi