Its been a year.
What have I to say for it?
My life is as I made it to be.
All the turmoil and regret are for me to forget.
Slightly poetic isn't it?
High school was a cesspool of badness.
Sometimes I'm jealous of him.
He had a great high school experience.
I mean all I hear about are grand ol' stories of the past...
And what shall I say to that?
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