yearbooks. there's so much based around them. all the traditions and shizz. really, it's like a way to say, hey you made it through another year so you should go get people you'll never remember 10 years from now to writing shit in this book so you feel cool now. but then there's me. I just get all excited and want to write everything in everyone's and then I can't breathe and end up with the world's worst spelling. but at least it means that I get to at least try to make an impact in people's lives. a lot of what I believe yearbooks are about is saying things to people that you don't know if you could actually say it to them but you still want them to know, so you write it. so even if what I say makes no sense whatsoever, it's the feeling and hidden words in it that is what I'm trying to say.
so I guess this means welcome to grade 12. holy shit. one more year and it'll all be done. somehow we have to figure out what the hell to do with our lives and actually get started on the path to do it in the next year. and in my case, in order to even tell my family what I have an idea of wanting to do, I have to actually come out to the rest of my family. which gets hard because of everything being about the wedding and shizz. and if it's not about the wedding it's about prom and dresses and all that fuckery. why must things be so difficult???
allergies are a bitch. honestly, go away. when I take drugs for it I hope it'll go away, not just take the drugs and deal with allergies too. breathing would be a nice thing to be able to do. and seeing properly and not wanting to scratch my eyes out. generally that's a plus.
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