...Its sad but true

Jun 19, 2004 16:08




Granted, I will see almost all my friends next year. But its so sureal. I've been in this school for 4 years. 4 years of memories are captured in those walls. Its like everything I've know everything I've finally gotten used to I have to get up and walk away from. Its sad. Its not the people I will be missing, not at all. Its this place. The lockers that hardly work. The ceiling always falling. The lunch table. Crazy Ms. Barish and her amazing class. Lockless stalls and the radomness of the paper towels hanging from the cieling. Things just won't be the same. I've been here for four years. I've been with these people. We've been here together. Under one roof. All our memories have been here. 4 years worth of them. And now. I'm just leaving them there. Leaving them sitting in those lockers. Letting them fall like our cieling. Sitting and waiting for me at our lunch table. Its sadder than it should be. Truely, there isn't much to be sad about. But its so sureal. I can remember the first day I got here. It was so great. But now I just have to leave it. This dance was our last dance here. I've never seen it that way. Monday will be our last full day here. Its breaking me.

I've met so many great people in the last 4 years. And its just so strange. So strange leaving. As much as I hate saying it, I love it there. There is a sense of comfort when I'm there. When I'm at that school I know I'm still young and I know there is still so much ahead of me. And I love it.

I'll miss that echo of laughter you always heard. I'll miss the middle school drama and the made up rumors. I'll mis the devious plans and the tears we'va all cried.

This school is full of our tears, our sweat, our work, our play, our laughter, our memories. And you expect me not to miss it. You expect me not to cry. You expect me to be happy.

Granted this place is a hell hole. But its my hell hole. Its your hell hole. Its our hell hole... And I know I don't speak alone when I say, I'm going to miss it.

And plus, remember all those friends you had in elementary school. All those "bffs" you had. And now look at them. Most of them changed. Most of them have drifted. All in a matter for 4 years. And look at all your friends now. Take a look at their face. Take a look into their heart. Because if going into high school is any thing like going into middle school... You'll loose them all. And I don't want to loose them. I want to hold on to everything as long as I fucking can.

I can't let go. I can't move on.

I can't leave this place...
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