11th grade was the death of me, so happy it’s over
how to lead a fulfilling life:
- lean wit it
- rock wit it
I can’t move on from anything, it’s not just you.
on my first day of middle school, I wanted to go back to fifth grade, and I cried cause I couldn’t.
I hated 10th grade because I had gotten used to ninth grade. I wanted ninth grade back.
Then I thought I could get you go, after two years, but when I realized I couldn’t, I had to.
But I still can’t, so here we are.
Maybe this is like elementary to middle school all over again. In a way
in 100 years.. will it really matter that i didnt do my homework
in a hundred years it wont even matter that you were alive. none of us will matter will will be memories, then the people whose memories we are in will die too and will will fade into pure nothingness.
so i guess i wont do my homework
Can I just get into a university? it doesn’t have to be NYU (even though I would LOVE that)
I just wanna be happy and successful with my life and it’s scary how these last high school days could affect my whole damn life.
Please just any university that offers creative writing, and film, just TAKE ME!!
regardless of how bad my junior year grades are.