This is the blood that we're made of

Here's the sad thing, I suppose - I don't care. I mean seriously, I really don't at all. You'd think that some of the biggest attachments of my life would leave a huge gaping hole, but they really didn't. I almost feel as though I've disposed of these hideous leeches. That's just metaphorically speaking of course. In retrospect I have learned a lot. BUT I've got new blood to make now.

High School is nothing more than preparation and enduring. You are preparing for more school and are enduring the rest of the mostly mindless zombies that aggravate you to no end for 8 hours and 5 days of the week. As graduation draws closer, I realize that I really won't want to participate in any festivities that anybody else will be participating. I hardly want to walk across the stage to reach for my diploma. I just want to get the heck out of there, a million feet from all the people in my class.

APRIL 29!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!