This will be the day I rememberd when I turned 17, drank love potion and then almost died. Good times. I'm seventeen now and I have enough stories to tell for as long as someone will listen and enough paper to write down the rest. This day was filled with saying goodbye. Goodbye to my 16 year old age and goodbye to my school.. I must say, I always thought my classmates were idiots. But now i'm gonna miss them instead.. My classmates sung for me and made some pizza for my birthday, it was a lovely day! (Photos: Random photo I took in my room and my new brief-case bag, i'm in love with it).
Monday. At monday my last week in high school EVER started... Five years down and only one week to go... I started counting the days, but to be honest I have mixed feelings about the whole graduation. It's not that I'm just leaving this school, I'm going to leave this place, this home, those people... I'm moving to the other side of the country, wondering how my life is going to change. I'm trying to hold on to faded moments and bright memories. Everything will change and even I'm going to change. On the other hand, it's a new and big experience. Like a fresh start of something and some space for new things. I think I'm afraid to grow up, because sometimes it seems like things will never feel this beautiful again... But I'm going to stop thinking about the future and just see what happens. Saying goodbye is always like, like jumping off an edge. The worst part is making the choice to do it. Once you're in the air, there's nothing you can do but let go. And I know that we'll all be fine on the end. It's meant to be that way. So new beginning, Here I come!
Sometimes we all have that feeling... When you're just waiting, waiting to get home into your room. Close the door, fall into bed, and just let everything out that you kept that day. That feeling of both relief and desperation. Nothing is wrong, but nothing is right either. And you're tired, tired of everything, tired of nothing. Tired of being strong. And for once, you just want it to be easy. To be simple, to be helped, to be saved. You're still hoping, and you're still wishing, and you're still staying strong and fighting... With tears in your eyes, you're fighting. We wait for something. We hope, we lose, hope, we move closer to death. Finally, we die. But let's do something like living before we die! Because I learned something last night. You shouldn't try to stop everything from happening. Sometimes you're supposed to feel awkward. Sometimes things are supposed to be. Sometimes it's necessary because it's all part of you getting to the next part of yourself, the next day. Just let's do something like living...
Today I skipped school and went to the city instead. We drunk tea, enjoyed some guitar music and continued our classes outside. Those are the days I love the most, but to be honest, I can't really enjoy the sun right now... Thinking about my final exams and it really freaks me out! Anyway, yesterday I was involved in a documentary about my city. They asked me if I would like to do the presentation and we did a little interview. Such a great experience! In the afternoon I visited the show 'The Little Shop of Horrors', which was performed by my old theatre group from last year. So amazing!