almost the end of school
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
the corridor looks exactly the same. knowing you’re leaving changes it anyway. #
Everything is becoming sentimental and I am resisting because we aren’t actually finished yet. People are writing things, talking about memories, making promises about staying in touch. Some of us will. Some won’t. That’s not pessimistic, it’s arithmetic. You cannot keep every person from every stage of life equally close forever. I think the important thing is not pretending that makes the stage meaningless.
Went out tonight and naturally spent half the night talking about school with the same people I had gone out to escape school with.
Human beings are poorly designed.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Reflections & Dialogue
0 Thoughts
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.