The end of March is coming. After comes the end of April. Then the end of May. And last but not least, the end of June. The last month of this school year. The last month of grade seven. The last year of the three...
*sigh*, I'm sad most of the time nowadays. Not sad. Sad is a plain three-letter word that has as much meaning to me as the many specks of dust in the every corner of this house. Yes, a much better word would be depressed. Despairing. Dismal. Grieved. Mournful. Bitter. Must I go on?
And I can't believe I am usually smiling at school. I laugh. I chuckle. I look like I am happy, though this could not be farther from the truth.
And now I know Violetpaw is going to Lisgar, and Emileaf is going to Colonel By. I can't go to two high schools (okay, maybe because of certain "exceptions" I can ). It is one or the other. Or neither.
And now, all the boys in this class are like, "be mature", "grow up", etc. The problem is, they'll regret being "mature". It will happen, because simply, childhood is the best time of your life, and they'll regret their hurry to grow up. And when their stuck with all that work, they will only then begin to treasure the golden moments of being a child.
Being carefree and happy. That is what makes life worth living. The fox said to the little prince, "And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye." It sad to think that a fox has more sense than a human being.
Cuddly should be less depressed. Because no matter what you say, life goes on. There are things that you can't change.
ReplyDeleteBut for things like this, just make sure the two months left are spent as happily as possible. If you spend them in grief, then you'd be wasting these precious times!
You know me well enough to figure out that that is NOT going to happen.
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