I finally graduated.
I graduated high school.
I got in line, walked the stage, got my diploma, shook hands and threw my hat up in the air and lost it. But I didn't care. In fact, thank goodness because those are some ugly hats.
I went backstage with all the other grads and the whole time I was trying not to cry. I know something as important as graduation is the perfect time to let yourself cry...
But, I just couldn't let myself.
Melissa Goldman read this fantastic poem in honor of Kamila.
I was hitting a mile stone in my life.
I had realized that I would never see most of these people ever again. IN MY LIFE.
Even though I was red in the face, I didn't cry. Instead, I walked up to almost everyone I knew, ever shared a class with or simply recognized from crossing paths on more than one occasion.
I even went up to Marck, slightly touching him and told him goodbye as he passed. The words "I love you." nearly slipped out of my mouth but I wouldn't let them. Working up the courage to ask him to sign my yearbook as hard enough. And it's a good thing too because I ended up walking next to him in the crowd looking for my family. And that would have been TEH AWKWARD.
Anyways, congrats to everyone in my class. I'll never forget you guys. And congrats to anybody out there graduating this year. I'm gonna shred ass in the future.
And I'm going to totally dig this new OTP of mine! --> www.youtube.com/watch?v=OjRCUh…
There's something about a yellow skinned psycho stalking a crazy clown girl that equals
to me. EXPECT FANART.
- 70% (Working on skin color.)
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