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Why were we in such a rush to grow up?

Cleaned up my room the other day and found loads of old film photos and basically cried my eyes out. Blog post about this soon!

State of Mind: Grade 7

March 8, and there are three days left.

Fading. I know that you can see things fading, but can you feel them fade? I walk around the hallways in the school campus. I trace the past's footsteps, each place holds a memory. There are times when I remember "Oh, this is where I did this, this is where that happened". Although I imagine it, it's like an incomplete thought, like something is missing,

I                                                  feel                            it                                                     fading.

I know I have five years of High School left, but I'll really miss this year. They say the best is yet to come, I can't imagine what adventures await for me in my high school life. I'll miss my friends greeting me "good morning" every morning as I enter the classroom every morning. I'll miss eating lunch at the red bench, I'll miss Thursdays with my best friend or playing the piano in the Music room. I'll miss my adviser's corny jokes, I'll miss my section's laughter. Even if they have given me several headaches, I'll miss them. Honestly, when I saw the class list before school started, I was terrified. I barely knew half the people on my list, most of them were transferees. Today, I consider these people my family. On the first day of school, I could only count on my fingers the amount of friends I had in my section. Now that the school year is almost over, my fingers and toes aren't enough to count the wonderful friends I've made.

As for you, you're leaving soon. We barely know each other, but at least I have the honor of calling you my friend.

Here's to side way glances in the hallway, to my friends elbow-ing me when you pass by, to the zoo of butterflies I get, to your silly dance, to me waking up every morning just wanting to see you, to the Arctic Monkeys, to those shy "hi's" and "hellos", to our "could have been" friendship if I just listened to my friends and had the courage to talk to you.

We only have our yesterdays to remember, no more tomorrows to spend together.

Here's to 3 days left.

You never know

To the friends at distance,

I miss you all.
I miss our late night talks.
I miss seeing every one of you every single day.
I miss our circles.
I miss our truth or dares.
I miss doing ridiculous things with other people around.
I miss our fandoms.
I miss our "high" days.
I miss our Friday afternoon hangouts.
I miss our music jams.
I miss our dance dares.
I miss our fail skype conversations.
I miss playing childhood games in the middle of the classroom.
I miss us.

To the person who gave me so much to remember,

I miss who you were and what we used to have.
I miss that butterflies-in-the-stomach feeling.
I miss our nicknames.
I miss holding hands.
I miss your back hugs.
I miss your laugh.
I miss our late night texts.
I miss our hour long conversations.
I miss you calling my name.
I miss you sharing food with me.
I miss your surprises.
I miss the those days.
I miss the words you used to say.
I miss you.

I wanted you all to stay, but distance just had to pull us away. We might never meet again. Sad, isn't it?