Listening to: Marc Broussard - Gavin's song
Feeling: sane
I wish we were together.
The play is officially over. There was a tinge of emptiness floating idly through the halls today at school. Somehow, it is more difficult this year to bury it all and let go.
I wish I was home
The entire cast was in tears Saturday night for the Seniors. We are all afraid for them, but I could not be happier to see them off. I will miss some of them terribly. I have grown so close to a number of them. But I must remember that this should not be a melancholy event. I will try to stay optimistic.
I wish there were nights where I was never alone
I got a job. I am working at Georgia St. snowballs with Brook and Meryll. Maybe now I'll be able to buy a car. As much as I love depending on my friends for everything, I think it is about time I share in the responsibility.
I know I've said it but I'll say it once again.
My birthday is next Tuesday. I am 17 years young. No, this means nothing special, really. No legal curfew. And I can see Rated R movies without an adult. I can feel the excitement.
That is about it for now.
I wish I could be there, but I can't.
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