Well this is it. Tomorrow, May 28th, 2009, is the day we've all been waiting for. The Seniors' last day. And let me tell ya... it's gonna be a rough day.
Just thinking of all the people I'll never see again depresses me. Ben. Billy. Laura. Kara. What the fuck, right?
I don't even know where to begin with it. I was writing Cassler's card out, the one I'll give to her tomorrow on my last day of high school, and I started to cry. I wasn't even finished with it and out poured the tears. I will be an utter wreck tomorrow, for sure.
Srsly, I don't even know what the fuck to say. I hate this. I'm gonna be a mess.
And another thing that was hard: cleaning out the locker. Jess had already taken all of her stuff out by the time I got to it, so all that was left was a bag and my French binder. And like, bringing home my French binder had such a heavy significance. I'll never use my French binder ever again. French class is over. My four years with Ms. Martin are done. WHAT THE FUCK?!
I don't know where all this time went. I grew up with these people, the people I'll never see again. But like Rob: I signed his book today and I mean my god there's a possibility I'll never see him again. How awful!
Emotion has overwhelmed me already. I don't know how I'll do this.
Sans makeup, first of all.