So it’s kind of funny. I somehow managed to make it through my entire high school career with almost no drama, and as soon as I leave, people start to make up rumors about me. It’s ridiculous! But then I thought about it and I realized that some things never change, and people are always gonna talk, and haters are ALWAYS gonna hate. But you know what? I’m so fucking happy with my life and the people in it and nothing and no one’s gonna bring me down. So suck my metaphorical dick, assholes. 

I can’t stop crying. I’m happy but I can’t stop crying because it’s incredibly unfortunate to know that you put so much time and effort into something that just didn’t work out. To know you did all you could and it just wasn’t enough to fix things. I really am happy, I promise, but I can’t help but wonder if we just gave up.

Sometimes I think we went from being in love with each other to being in love with being loved. And I think that happens to a lot of people but no one notices because they’re afraid to confront a change.

Regardless of what changed or what didn’t, remind me to thank you one day for teaching me that love exists in the strangest of places and in the most unusual, unexpected ways. Even as time goes on and my memories with you are lost, that’s something I’ll never forget about you. 

I am so happy :)

But I can’t fight with you anymore. 

I wish I didn’t have to cry over something I needed so badly. You’ve hurt me and I’m okay with moving on, but I’ll miss you. I might even love you forever. But this just wasn’t right. 

Happy One Year Anniversary. I wish we could have made it. 

If there’s a master plan out there for me somewhere, I sure hope it has good intentions. Because right now, I have no idea what I’m going to do. 

I am not sentimental about high school. 

This year was dreadful and dragged on too long. I didn’t grow closer to anyone, I grew farther apart. I think I lost more friends this year than I even knew I had. I can’t think of a single thing I’m going to miss.

I feel bad that people are going to be so sad tomorrow and I’ll just have to watch. If there’s someone in this school that I’m going to miss, it’s because I care about them. And if I care about them, I’ll make the effort to see them again. 

High school isn’t the end of anything and I don’t understand why people get so sad about it. Yeah, I’ve spent the last four years here. But to be perfectly honest I hate you all and I’m glad I’ll never see you again. If I don’t hate you, then I’ll see you this summer.

It’s as simple as that.