It’s funny how the people you were told to stay away from, are actually the ones who save you. I regret a lot about this past year, more than I thought possible, but what makes my heart ache the most is how I pushed away the wrong people. My year was in much similarity to climbing a mountain blind with no equipment or support. Hard, simply put. I let the wrong group of people get the best of my abilities and threw out those who could have saved me from myself. And now its too late, the yearly cycle is ending and we are moving on with our lives. Moving from city to city or state to state. Moving up in school or off to college. Separate paths are becoming closer and closer and within weeks these people will be gone. And my heart is about to cave in and suck my every existing ounce of hope for better relationships and friendships with them. Too late. Too late, I have let this year get the best of me. Too bad. Too bad. I’m so sorry.
I don’t remember exactly when I stopped writing. It might have been when they tortured and interrogated my words like they were stabbing others in the heart, rather my own mind and soul.
Seriously tho feelings are such a burden I hate them like things would be so much easier if I was just a rock.
UGH I HAVE THE ATTENTION SPAND OF A TWO YEAR OLD I CAN’T WRITE THIS FREAKING ESSAY
If you are a boy and you ask me to send you any type of picture of me I will get really offended and lose respect for you like no. Can you not.
I guess I should start studying for the SAT.
I can count on one hand the number of people who have made me feel alive, who have truly been a friend to me. I appreciate those people more than anything.