Want to hear what I have to say?
DATE 10 : 08 : 18 : 10 : 12 PM
I think it's time I be frank.
What's my reality?
My reality is that I never thought that I would be counting down the days until college.
How did we get this far? How did I come this far? I'm a senior, a motherfucking senior.
And I still write on here. I write more than ever. I'm writing without censor. More than ever.
I write to say things no one should know. Because if they know it may hurt someone.
But, I haven't written anything that can hurt someone because I've avoided the subject.
Senior year is the worst year of highschool. And I don't even feel like a senior. I don't know what I feel. It's weird walking through the hallways as a senior. I don't know anyone anymore.
When you're a freshman and up until your're a senior, you are spending that time learning all the upperclassmen. You aren't actively trying to meet them, you just hear them from others.
But once you become the senior, everyone is gone.
I don't know anyone anymore.
All I see are little kids taking Biology.
And I just don't have the time of day for it.
They're in my way.
Also I know where everything is and how it's done.
When you get your schedule, you just need to know what class it is, not where it is.
It's surreal for me.
I took Biology my freshman year, now I'm taking AP Biology senior year.
The fun fact is I'm mediocre in AP just like I was as a freshman.
What makes light of the situation is that the same Biology teacher came in to the restaurant and ordered a beer.
" You won't tell if I order a beer?"
No, it makes me love you.
She is a wonderful person, less stressed by the time limit of a classroom.
And it makes me happy.
I've done a lot of self searching and I think it's time I grow the fuck up.
I need to.
I'mtiredofdisappointingmymother.
I've also been desperate for music.
Looking and trying for everything just for something.
It's making things worse.
To start I think I should organize my spotify.
Maybe that's the root of my problems.
