9:00 AM Tuesday - English Paper 1 IB test

I am terrified.

Last night (prom) was an enjoyable way to end high school.

I have seven hours and ten minutes of high school left.

I am so scared.

"Oh God," Yoshiya said aloud.

I started Underworld by Don DeLillo.

The prologue is entitled The Triumph of Death.
That is intense.

Longing on a large scale is what makes history.

He is the cause of the most intense animosity I have ever felt towards a person. Walking upon him (in a certain context) gets worse with each glance. The agitation it causes is worse than any emotional trauma I have yet faced. Where other conflicts have evoke heightened emotions, this leaves me completely empty; my mind goes blank and all I can ( Read more... )

As of this morning, I have one week left of school. After thirteen years, things are so much different than I had expected. It isn't like I had the ability to comprehend what the following years would entail, but I at least did not expect that I would look, act, and feel as I do upon its completion. I still cannot even explain what I feel; I do not ( Read more... )

I lower the windows in my car going toward Charleston. The wind enters, wraps around my body, fills the car, and skatters the papers lying in the backseat. One flies to the front seat. I grab it and toss it out the window ( Read more... )

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