So. The seniors left last hour and I can't say that many tears were shed. Ah. Well. Shit happens.
Their were only a few seniors I would have said peace to anyways, one of them being Sam, who I plan on getting jiggy with over the summer, and a few others kids in painting/photo. Whom most of which I saw, and the rest, I'll get over.
I can't stress enough how much highschool reeks of unholy undisired captivation. I hate it. If I didn't have to come, I wouldn't. Maybe for a few classes, because I love to learn. One things for sure, I would never go to my math class again.
I'm celebrating my birthday tomarrow. c: 17 years of being loud. oooh