And I'm down to three freaking months... And I'm finally outta here. I seriously need to. Fast. 

I hate high school. I really do. The only thing that comforts me is that famous celebrities also had their fair share of disastrous high school lives. Now why is that in any way comforting? Not that it's good to have a sucker of a high school life; it's just that it's good to know that you're not the only one who had it bad. Especially in my case. I couldn't even hide my ecstasy, or probably couldn't when the time finally comes to say bye-bye. 

There's only one thing niggles me. Almost half of my class would go take the same college program I chose. Apparently, all of them wanted to be a healer someday. F them. Just kidding. There's nothing wrong that, really. It's just that... well, you see, I wanted more than anything to get rid of them and yet it seems like we're still going the same way. I fucking want college to be different from high school. I'm so through being the underdog that everybody passes by. The one who never gets noticed because her neighboring stars we're a hundred times brighter. Not that I want popularity or anything, but I just want to have an orbit that I can follow without feeling sorry for myself just because I'm always taken for granted or forgotten. 

I don't know but there's just this voice telling me that I can be a person who matters. Someone who can shine infinitely when given the chance. Hey there, God, thank you for whispering.

Well, without my best friend the remaining two months, I'm pretty sure it's gonna be tough. But I can fight it out. Everything's going to be fine. College would be different. That's for sure. Let me tell you my plan. When I enroll the next school year, I'm going to stay clear of ALL my classmates. I really would. They said that if you'd enroll together with your friends, there's a high probability that you'd end up block mates. And that's what I don't want to happen. It would completely ruin my chances. It's like freaking high school all over again. Confession time. But you know what, here's for you guys.

I'm sorry, but this is how I feel. I can't sugarcoat it, you know? In truth, I rather hate all of them and what they've turned me into. They don't know it but the magnitude of the effects of their actions to me and my life is hard to ignore. It's that magnanimous. But they don't need to make amends. It's all right. We're cool. 

And I'm down to three freaking months... And I'm finally outta here. I seriously need to. Fast. 

I hate high school. I really do. The only thing that comforts me is that famous celebrities also had their fair share of disastrous high school lives. Now why is that in any way comforting? Not that it's good to have a sucker of a high school life; it's just that it's good to know that you're not the only one who had it bad. Especially in my case. I couldn't even hide my ecstasy, or probably couldn't when the time finally comes to say bye-bye. 

There's only one thing niggles me. Almost half of my class would go take the same college program I chose. Apparently, all of them wanted to be a healer someday. F them. Just kidding. There's nothing wrong that, really. It's just that... well, you see, I wanted more than anything to get rid of them and yet it seems like we're still going the same way. I fucking want college to be different from high school. I'm so through being the underdog that everybody passes by. The one who never gets noticed because her neighboring stars we're a hundred times brighter. Not that I want popularity or anything, but I just want to have an orbit that I can follow without feeling sorry for myself just because I'm always taken for granted or forgotten. 

I don't know but there's just this voice telling me that I can be a person who matters. Someone who can shine infinitely when given the chance. Hey there, God, thank you for whispering.

Well, without my best friend the remaining two months, I'm pretty sure it's gonna be tough. But I can fight it out. Everything's going to be fine. College would be different. That's for sure. Let me tell you my plan. When I enroll the next school year, I'm going to stay clear of ALL my classmates. I really would. They said that if you'd enroll together with your friends, there's a high probability that you'd end up block mates. And that's what I don't want to happen. It would completely ruin my chances. It's like freaking high school all over again. Confession time. But you know what, here's for you guys.

I'm sorry, but this is how I feel. I can't sugarcoat it, you know? In truth, I rather hate all of them and what they've turned me into. They don't know it but the magnitude of the effects of their actions to me and my life is hard to ignore. It's that magnanimous. But they don't need to make amends. It's all right. We're cool.