| Last "full" week of school this week!
I can't wait until this is all over. But, that's all because I'm sick of being nostalgic.
Saying my "good-byes" in doses has burned a hole in my heart.
I
don't
care
anymore.
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| I'm 18 years old.
The last time I used my Xanga, I was a 15-year-old sophomore in high school. I was running really well. Injury-free.
It's been two years.
Now, I can't even tell if I'm injured. I haven't ran much all season. I placed 5th in counties for pole vault, and I am more than certain that I could have placed a lot higher under other circumstances. This is the worst season of track; just when I am SO much faster than I was any other year, sickness strikes again for the second spring season in a row.
The University of Maryland has won my heart in the college race. It's an enormous school with plenty opportunities for me to start a new life. I want to start fresh...but then again, I want some things to stay the same.
I want Michelle to live two miles from me, Jessica at all my track meets, and Christy just a short insult away. I'm crying as I type this---not something I exactly planned on happening. I wish I met Jess earlier, she makes me so happy and forget about everything petty in my life.
A lot of the people I used to talk to a lot no longer talk to me, based on situations that were interpreted in other ways. I have stayed as true to myself and the people I care about for as long as I can remember. Those who choose to stop being in my life are the ones who cannot respect, or understand, the mess of confusion the last couple of months senior year brings.
So, I'm losing touch with people. But I'm also getting closer to other seniors who are in the same predicament as I am. Senior year is awesome in the sense that now everyone is hanging out with people they've never really talked to before; it's just a calming sense of, "hey, we share really funny jokes, let's hang out at [INSERT CAFE] some time?" We want to make the most of what we have. Really.
Track still dissapoints me. The track team dissapoints me. I miss cross country.
But you know what? It's not getting to me as much. It was meant to happen.
Just like graduation.
A little over a month to go.
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| KABOOOOOOOOOOOOMM
I LOVE CAPS LOCK
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| I have dark brown curly hair.
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