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Thursday, 20 September 2012
end of days posted at 22:33
There was a deep, guttural roll of thunder Tuesday night - someone was clearing their throat, trying to swallow down the rest of week. Way to go, pathetic fallacy. First of all, Pebble and Tinker are such beautiful people to write about me like that; honestly, you bring out the best in me (and the mocking, sarcastic side). The term's ended for us whimsical wits, the book-end to the chronicles of Year 11 that have now been shelved and left for the dust of our memories to settle on. Bittersweet emotions, obviously - this school year's been every raw emotion thrown into a blender and bled together into a concoction with an indefinable colour: A new appreciation for Friday afternoons. Every Latin lesson a party ('I've decided to split you up from your friends.' 'But we're all friends!'). Crying while telling a story at camp. Seeing films that made my heart want to explode. Trying to hide anger that burst out of nowhere. Long long long conversations in quiet places. Falling asleep on empty trains. We've been fussing over school grades an awful lot this past week (post-exam traumatic disorder). Class of 2012 graduated today. A year from now, it'll be us (and everyone's scared to death). Here's a quote from John Green (NERDFIGHTERS REPRESENT), I'll be reading Looking For Alaska this holiday: “Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. (...) You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.”
Here's to being pulled apart by longing for the past and hope for the future. Cheers.
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