Okay, so he's caught, what's next?
DATE 10 : 05 : 18 P.M.
I've finally died. Finally, I've died. I can start over, start fresh.
Quarter done, quarter ended.
Good, I love emailing my teacher about my grade being low.
Most importantly my G.P.A. won't be hurt too much.
I also love that she came through for me, like thank you.
I'm glad my teachers assigned homework over break.
I'm not being sarcastic.
I can start off new, start off like myself.
I can walk in Monday ready.
I can prove that I can take these classes.
Good news, an arsonist, robber, and murderer was finally arrested.
Yet, I can accept the facts that things just go back to normal.
I don't know and don't want to know.
GOKU is growing on me.
Also I have two album I'm looking forward to.
MassEducation and Sunset Tapes.
I took senior pictures the other day.
It was weird.
It was weird.
It was weird.
Surreal.
I'm the class of 2019.
And now, I want to do something with the airshow.
Class of '19.
