After hanging out in the back room (a small room inside the dance studio) a few of us decided to go to my friend's house, so we did. We got there, had a drink lol (It was last day! No use in waiting until a reasonable time!) then went back to school. an hour later we were back there again, drinking and watching Anastasia! (I am going to marry Dimitri!!) then we went back to school for year end assembly, the second one I had gone to that whole year, mostly for the novelty of it. (The other one was Remeberance Day, if you only ever go to one, go to that one, it's important.)
Then, after that we got our year books and I spent the rest of the school day sighing year books and saying goodbye to people who I was never going to see again, and people I will probably see next week haha.
After my final day of highschool ended a few close friends and I went down to the river and swam the rest of the day!!
All in all, the best day of high school ever!!!
Although, one small damper. "He" and I started talking again the week before, and it was just like nothing really ever happened, which was a good thing!, So, when I say Him within the mix of the crown surrounding me with year books I called him over and asked him to sign my book, he requested likewise.
I wrote the boy a fucking paragraph! About how much he had meant to me this last year, about how much he helped me to grow as a person! About how much of an amazing person he was, about how much I wished him success with the rest of his life!!
He wrote;
"Megan, thanks for the great time in our relationship. And thanks for being so understanding. I haven't forgotten about the motorcycle ride" -MC
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yeah. :/
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BUT! I will take him up on that ride, cause A it's a motorcycle and I LOVE them, B We will look like hot shit on there and it will be grand
SO! Now that highschool is over, what are you going to do, Slient?
Well, I am going to take a year off to work, save money, do stupid things and make sure I know what I want to do.
What I really want to do is write. But, I want to do creative writing BUT, there really isn't any security in that, and I feel like I am under TONS of pressure from my ENTIRE family (relatives and all) to do something... successful. And I know, I know "Who cares? Do what you want to do! Fuck what your family says!" But...the logical side of me agrees with them! :shame: so I will probably end up pursuing my second (well, third technically) passion, art. I don't have any up here (at least, nothing new and actually good) but I actually do a lot of it...
So yeah, thats whats new with me....
will have some new writing up soon... I hope.






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