The Smiths.
So tomorrow is the beginning of the end. Tomorrow is my first day of senior year. I'm happy because it means I'm growing up. I'm sad because it means I'm growing up.
I have aspirations. I want to be someone in life. But I'm from this little fuck-your-cousin place, I know that's never going to happen. People from these tiny places have nothing to offer, because these placces have nothing to offer them. My school doesn't even have a paper, or a journalism class, or a photography class, anything. The closest they had to that is yearbook, and the fucktard administration didn't give it to me. And I would've had to rearrange my schedule completely to switch into it.
Daniel, Joseph, and I have been talking about renting a place together after graduation. Western frowns on that. If you're a freshman you're supposed to either live in the dorms or at home. There are ways around it, and I am so not living with someone I don't know, nor am I living at home. So we're probably going to rent a place near campus.
Ugh. Sad now. So I'm off.
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