As the axe swings before your eyes, Think how everyday we spent dreaming. Never once did we pick up the sword And learn to fight. Now is the time. Pick yourself up and fight. Learn to swing. Learn to swing. They watched me fall for the last time.
And again, this seems to be a recurring theme in the past two days, I find myself sickeningly sad, depressed, I don’t know……NOT okay. I can’t put my finger on it, but its stealing my sleep and I don’t like it.
I have some restructuring to do. A lot of it, it seems. And thats okay, recognizing it is a step. But I wish it would happen sooner.
"Somehow everything’s gonna fall right into place, if we only had a way to make it all fall faster everyday."
I’m depressed. I realized this semester was over and i didn’t like it. I don’t like this. I don’t want to grow up, I don’t want to lose friends, I don’t want to forget these memories. I want to be a kid; run around, be crazy, take stupid pictures and enjoy every last second of it. I feel likes its disappearing. I don’t know why. I have a year left of school! Its not like i’m graduating in a few days.
I get it, I see why people cry their senior year. Its so bittersweet. You’re moving on, you’re leaving, you’re taking the next step, you’re living life…but you’re leaving what you’ve known for four years behind.
I guess I just hate change and doing things differently. I don’t like this feelings. Its making me sick and bringing me to tears. I haven’t made the most of these years and for my senior year, I plan to rock it out hard and take a lot of stupid pictures and never forget.
maybe I’m just retarded or something but sitting in a hallway just having conversations with classmates about random stuff is one of the best college experiences ever. at least to me it is. I may be a freak, but I think I find myself in these social settings. strange, huh?