It doesn't matter what I do, somehow I always seem to remind myself of young master Bycott. Yesturday I found myself waiting as the first person outside of my chemistry door hoping he would be standing there. It becomes pathetic as I realize that, somewhere inside I still like him......
Haha, yeah right. What happend, happend within the time period of three months. Right now, it's the end of the school year and the last thing I want to think about is the crap that occured during junior year. How about this, I'll chill during the summer and maybe see what happens next year. The chances of that happening is 1 in a million.
The end is just the beginning. As the sun sets and the curtian closes on the stage, I rrealize that my days and plays haven't even hit their prime. I'm ready to begin a new story.
:D
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