Memories That Fade Like Photographs...

The last day of formal classes in High School... holy cow... And it had to be today, and all of the crap I've been dealing with had to rear its ugly head today of all days. I don't know how I got through school without having a breakdown, because I came so very, very close. I'm so sentimental, it's not even funny. Everything has a meaning for me.
I guess it hurts a little, closing one of the major chapters in your life. Then again, maybe that's only because all of the chapters I write have unhappy endings (and I'm not talking about stories here...). I'm just afraid of new beginnings, probably because I'm so bad at them. I'm terrible at letting go of things.

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I'm so tired of all the fighting that's been going on. We finally put away our differences in my Theatre group, and after that drawer was closed, another one pops open and lets out some terrible demons.
Why can't he just understand? I hate it when we fight, but he just *doesn't get it*. I really don't understand what's so hard about simply keeping things to yourself. He didn't need to tell them, and I'm so afraid that it'll get back to someone else... There's not even a basis of fact there, only speculation, and I know how rumors travel around school. UGH. This isn't something I wanted to have to deal with on my LAST day of High School.
And I hate us fighting anyway, because I love him soooo much, and he's leaving soon. We shouldn't be like this right now, we should be having as many good times as possible.

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I don't know why I keep listening to these sad songs, playing over and over through my speakers. They do nothing to pull me out of my melancholy. And yet... I can't turn them off, because they're speaking for me.

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Memories That Fade Like Photographs: All Time Low