These things that I've tried to keep away are taking over.

Things that I've tried to deny for so long. I wanted to pretend they weren't true.

But now even the little hope I've had is disappearing.

I thought I had more time. I thought I had a couple of months. The whole summer.

But one month? 30 short days, and then you'll leave forever?

It's not the same as with my school friends. While they are leaving too, I know they'll come back. Their home will still be here.

Yours won't. You're going there to make a life. To live there. To never come back.

And I'm losing a best friend.

you know it's time to say goodbye.

I'm really tired of feeling like this.

"Goodbye my friend.

I know you're gone, you said you're gone, but I can still feel you here.

It's not the end,

you gotta keep it strong before the pain turns into fear.

So glad we made it,

time will never change it."

Yup, me connecting to a spice girls song. Woah.

I'm having an emotional Spice Girls night and basking in their greatness.

Thoughts that buzz

12 times. 12 months in a year. 12 more experiences. 12 heartaches.
2 hearts.

When people lie to me, I am more than just angry. I am amused. Lying seems so simple now, so accustomed to people. We seem to believe that people will never figure out our lies, so we think nothing of it. False hope, someone always figures it out.
I think it's funny when people lie to me. Of course I'm angry, hurt, whatever. But I also find it funny, because I know that they are lyng. People seem to forget that I have a stellar memory, and they don't expect me to remember small details they told me once upon a time. I do. I always remember. I remember things so well that it actually scares me when I can't remember something.

I miss you, and I've thought about you every day that you have been gone. I'm glad you haven't forgotten about me.

I've missed out on some experiences. A lot, actually. Some good, some bad. I never thought I would have experienced so little by this point.

I thought high school was going to be different.

Grad is like Christmas. There is so much building up to it, then after one day it's over.