Hello, hello, Chitlin's.
I have done it, by George! I have graduated into HIGH SCHOOL. I have officially moved from the top of the social food chain straight to the depths of bitterness and despair. I am no longer a fresh freshman. I am a squashy sophomore. I will be taunted relentlessly.
I will be squashed. Mored. Squashmored, to be exact.
Oddly, I feel no emotion. I feel no remorse, no sadness. I feel as if I am just here. A void. A hole in the wall. Minuscule, yet slightly noticeable when you actually are looking for it. Which, ironically, is the exact opposite of the state I thought I would be in. {i.e: lying on floor in bedroom eating goldfish crackers and bawling my eyes out while wailing the lyrics to every possible Killers' and/or Josh Groban song I own. Wailing.}
Perhaps it hasn't sunk in yet.
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