It’s kind of funny how in all of my years at Richmond, I never became close to any of the people in the grades above me. I was never really that sad to see the seniors go. (minus my brother’s year, but even then, it was only like 4 people I cared were leaving). The hallways didn’t really seem emptier. The parking lot was never really emptier. It wasn’t like this. My one year at armada, I’ve become closer to more seniors this year than I have my freshman and sophomore years at Richmond. The halls were so empty after they left. I missed seeing certain people’s faces everyday. The parking lot was only half full. And after today, they’re not really returning. It’s quite sad. I’m gunna miss seeing that damn mustang, or the dirty black car in the parking lot. Gunna miss having “Stienburb” written on my car all the time. Gunna miss almost running into seniors in the hallway a million times. Gunna miss seeing Dan, or Joey, or Ryan in the hallway and them just being like “sup headnod”, haha. 3rd hour in the library room. Taking Rachel time away from Matt (: Everything. I know I’m not super close to the seniors at armada, but the 12 or so that I am pretty close to, I’m gunna miss a ton. 3 tonight is graduation and I seriously hope them all the best.
When you’re the only one in your group who really does anything in your math project so we don’t completely fail. So annoyed -_- hopefully it doesn’t bring my grade down too much, because I will be pissed.
Just have to get this off my chest.
This has been bothering me since my motherfucking birthday, when this douche completely cut me out of his life. ON MY BIRTHDAY. Good fucking choice. Like, we go from talking every single fucking day, to you completely ignoring me for no goddamn reason. I told you about the problems with my parents. I fucking trusted you. Well, you showed me. Good fucking job. This is why I never trust people anymore. Because they walk into my life making me think something’s gunna be good, then they walk right back the fuck out. And people wonder why I have issues with this shit. Why do I get so fucking attached? I know they’re gunna leave. But, I want so bad for someone to stay, that I do get attached thinking it’ll be different this time. But, it never is. This isn’t even a guy thing right now. This is a friend thing. You can’t say we’re friends one day, and plan our wedding and shit (oh god) and then fucking just completely stop talking to me the next. Obviously, you’re a great fucking person. Oh wait, no. I’ve had people screw me over, but not this. This just pushed me over the edge. I didn’t even do a single fucking thing. So now I say… Ryan Evans., FUCK. YOU. And if I ever see your fucking face, I will punch it. Okay.
