Miss

I no longer have a dilemma of choices --- I chose what I think is fate for me and that's that.

Senior year is drawing to a close, and my high school career is over too. Ending the year on a very high note, a happy note, and a bit of a sad note. I'm going to miss all the fun, especially over the past year. I'm going to miss all the things that I can't put into words or online. I'm going to miss laughing and having fun, and I'm going to miss the stomachaches that come with laughing so hard. I'm going to miss taking random pictures and passing notes in class. I'm going to miss falling asleep to certain lectures. I'm going to miss the drama and the fun and the happy and the lonely and the tears and the music and the dancing and the film and the movies and the food and the coffee and the grades and the tests and the physics projects and the failures and the history tests.

I want fun in college and hard classes and new friends and winning football games and spirit games and concerts and new foods. Four years will go by so fast again, and I want things after that too. But maybe, for another day...