i’ve got a shit load of silly string, waterproof mascara and one hell of a customized uniform. leavers day: i’m ready (not emotionally though).
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i always see this time of year as a blessing of sorts. it’s a chance to let the summer change you. you can live without the confines of education or social acceptance, which inevitably come with school; and just be. here’s to a bon été.
beginning of the end,
this is the last monday of our last week (well, four days) left at school, before breaking up and going on to college/sixth-form/whatever. excuse me while i go wallow in sentiment and unwanted nostalgia… plus, i’m scared at how much more real life gets next year.
and at once i knew i was not magnificent, strayed above the highway aisle. jagged vacance, thick with ice, i could see for miles, miles, miles.
I envy the optimists.
fuck the great cosmic alliances and the evil twists of fate. it’s a fallacy, it’s fake. it’s what the human psyche fathomed to deal with the fact that our live’s are fleeting and finite. but of course, that doesn’t mean they should be lived any less.
some days i just cannot be bothered with the majority of people’s peanut sized opinions about shit that’s not even relevant.