Last day of senior year. I look at all of the faces, people I've known since I was 5. And yet, I only really knew a select few.
Those few, I called my friends. And yes, some friendships didn't work out. There were fights, hateful thoughts were thrown about, but some stayed and some just walked out of my life. The ones that stayed, I can't thank enough. I love them so much. They were always there, and as I look into their eyes, I know that they're thinking the same thing.
I've been hurt. I've been used. And yet I'm still here. I can still hug the people who haven't walked out of my life. I can forget the ones that did.
Senior year. It was a rollercoaster. The memories I have will either be looked upon fondly or be forgotten. But not all will be forgotten, some will haunt me. Whether in my dreams or the back of my mind, they'll eb there.
I can honestly say, I'm happy.
Senior year.