Don’t you just love when you find out people who you thought were your friends have been talking shit behind your back for the past week?
Don’t you just love when your “sister” says you’re a whore, prick, dumbass, and tells you to stay out of her life?
Don’t you just love when your biggest fears come true?
Don’t you just love when everything was going perfect until one conversation?
Don’t you know when shit goes down over something you never tried to do and has ballooned out of your control?
Don’t you love when people don’t understand your side of the story?
Don’t you just love staying up until 2 am crying because you don’t know how to fix any of it?
Cause I don’t
Monday, June 6, 2011
The cards have all been opened.
The relatives have all gone home.
The cap and gown are hung up.
The diploma is in it's folder.
The grad parties have been started.
The hypnotist has entertained.
The comedians have been vulgar.
The food has been late.
The ice cream bar has been scavenged.
The henna has stained.
The boxers and tv have been won.
The students have been sufficiently sleep deprived.
The naps have been taken.
And the class of 2011 has graduated.
I still just don't know if it's hit me yet. Yeah, I've had my grad party, gone through commencement, and attended the all night senior grad party, but I don't know if I've realized that I'm actually done with high school quite yet.
I will never have to take another class in that building again. It's quite likely that I will never see those people I hung out with until five in the morning with again. I am going to college in the fall and starting a new chapter in my life, as corny and cliche as that sounds. But it's true.
Everything is changing and I'm not entirely sure how to deal with it all.