Learning to Walk Again

So I realized that a week from next thursday, I’ll be visiting my new home- Loyola University-Chicago. And at this time, I want to reflect not only the past year, but on High School on the whole and what the future holds

If you had told me 4 years ago I’d be going to Chicago, studying musical theatre, and a Liberal Democrat, I would have probably slapped you in the face and told your mother to stop her child from lying. I owe so many people thanks for turning to the Dark Side! Just kidding! But no, I’m so relieved to have found myself in high school and can only wait for what the future holds.

There are people I have hurt. bridges have been burned. there is no going back to what I had with some people, but to those people, I hope one day we can talk, or i could talk to you, but for now, I think you’d agree it’s not time for us to be worrying about the past, yet preparing ourselves for the future, But thank you, for helping me realize how fucking childish I was and realizing how to use past mistakes to grow and get better. And you can shay I haven’t, I’m still the fucked up kid you wish would die. We’ll, I’m not dying, But I am moving 16 hours away. SO how’s that sound? You can delete me on Facebook, tumblr, block me, whatever makes you happy, its fine with me.

I have to say, this year has been fucking weird. I have become friends with people I’d never even thought would look at me or give me the time of day. It was weird, but refreshing to see how cool people in my class actually were.

I wish it wash’t so hard to say to goodbye. There are days when I just want to cry because I’ll never see some people ever again. But hopefully, I won’t loose touch with everyone. I’m happy to say, life is looking up, but until August, it’s going to be sad. I love you all, and I hope I get the chance to say goodbye to you guys in person, If not, May the Odds Be Ever In Your Favor

14 hours ago

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