[4] Being Pensive
Ahh victory. Summer school is finally over. Wednesday was the last day, and it only sucked a little saying bye to everyone. True, I was beginning to like the guy in front of me, but oh well. He goes to some random, faraway school anyway. He was so cute, though. [sad face]
Enough of that. It's over, I should be glad. I get to spend the next two weeks of freedom sitting on my ass. I can't believe sophomore year is in two weeks! It's just... weird when you think about it. It's strange that for years and years you await going to highschool and everything, but then it comes and goes and you're just like, "Hm. That wasn't too exciting."
Or is that only me? My freshman year was extremely uninteresting, to be honest. Very ordinary. Met a guy, failed a class, took painkillers. As average as anybody else's life [except theirs might not be as pathetic]. I don't know. It's as if it's my fate to live like this. I'll have my ups and downs, but nothing extraordinary will ever happen to me. That's just the way it goes.
Sometimes being average is okay. Sometimes it's not so bad, seeing that you're perfectly normal and have lead a decent life. But on other days, it's that stare at yourself in the mirror that makes you wish you were dead.
P.S., I fell down the stairs today. 'Twas comical.
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