May 05, 2009 17:46
I'm not going to my school's prom.
Prom is supposed to be special. And mine
is not. I'm not close to too many people,
i have no love or memories at this place.
Plus the tickets are $100 a piece. Maybe I'm
making up excuses to ignore the hurt.
School is nearing its end. Thank you Jebus.
The musical went awesome. Did i tell you I
played god of death? Now its over and our pathetic
theater can rest.
18 days and schools over for me.
31 days till I graduate.
3 Months till my birthday.
4 months till I move out.
Where do the days go.
Ali, I really wish I could have been with you shopping for that dress.
Ant, I swear to GOD that I saw you walking down the street, listening to music, carrying your
backpack, on my way to work the other day.
Jake, this blond teacher at school is starting to look like you. The character of Bernard in a
"A Brave New World" thinks just like you and is just as odd and awkward.
Travis, I could have sworn your voice was calling me ordering a Spinach Supreme pizza.
And I'm sorry for the crappy friend I've been. I can't help it.