Fri, Oct. 8
... Hey Mr. Sunshine
The weirdness factor in my life just increased about tenfold.
I had a meeting at Rocky today, and it's really the first time I've been here since summer, which doesn't really count, because it's just some sort of nether region of the school year anyways.
It's so familiar, but I feel so out of place. I know where everything is, but everyone that made it home is missing. I feel like I'm the ghost of my past, haunting the halls of the place the formed me, but I don't belong here anymore.
Such a strange thing.
I missed school last night--I was out with Andria, Edwin, Esther, and Kim, and they're all who I was four years ago. They're at the same place, and I missed it. I wanted to be back there, and I wanted to be a student again, living that lifestyle, and not being responsible for a life.
Then, I went out for breakfast with Kat this morning, and I was glad that I wasn't a student anymore. I'm glad that I'm growing up and moving on and living a life outside of these walls.
Funny thing, this growing up deal. I'm not sure how well I like it.
This was my comfort zone. This was home. The place that was more home to me than my house, some days. Now, it's not. And it's not that anyone's pushed me out; it's just that I grew out of it.
I remember the first time I visited my high school after graduation--everything was the way I remembered it, but it just wasn't the same, because the people weren't there. It's kind of the same thing. And granted, it's a little different, because it's a Friday afternoon, and no one's around RMC on Friday afternoons--if I was here any other time, it would be different--but still...
Life goes on. Things move forward. And if it's not the way I thought it was, well, that's life. That's just the way it goes.
Still. Some days, I'm not so sure I like it.
infinite || abyss
posted at 12:53 p.m.
