poetictragedy18
"Words can stab you like 1,000 knives, but the ink that writes them down can kill."
the end of a chapter, the start of another...
This feeling inside i'm sure a lot of others can feel or have felt. It is an ordinary type...nothing special, but at the same time full of meaning and wonder. The end of the year is approaching fast and i don't know where i'm going. People i know or have gotten to know have already left me to persue themselves in college. I know this day comes once every year, but every time it does i have a new thought or feeling to add to it. Can it be possible that i'm getting sick of the feeling? I hate leaving people that i'm never going to see again or hate the fact of just leaving some people that i know i won't see during the long although fun summer months. The signatures that i make gets a little emotional for me to handle. Everything i write in those books ends up being some kind of novel and i hope that means something to the person i wrote it to. I want meaning to come to that person. The last day is really gonna be something because i don't know what i'm gonna do. Tears will flow down my face as i walk through those doors and onto the yellow bus that has driven me since i was 5. I'll try to hold in the thougths till i get home, but i don't know if i can. Well, on the other hand of this i can't believe school is over already...i'm glad it is. I really don't think i could go on much longer. It's hard to believe that the seniors are all gone and the juniors that i know so well, will fill their places in the oncoming year. Although, it is also hard to picture myslef as a junior or the frosh as new sophmores. Next year is all a new year and i can't wait for the memories to begin.
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