"Here in this diary I write you visions of my summer
It was the best I ever had
There were choruses and sing-alongs
And that unspoken feeling of knowing that
Right now is all that matters ...
... I guess when it comes down to it,
Being grown up isn't half as fun as growing up
These are the best days of our lives ..."
- In This Diary, The Ataris
I'm done with my sophomore year. Okay, yeah. Another year of high school finished.
I'm halfway done with high school. Now I'm starting to get a little upset. Lots of friendships are already half over.
I'm five-sixths done with my whole conventional education. I can't find words to describe how that saddens me. This isn't a part of life I'm ready to leave behind.
Maybe it's wrong to wish I could keep my life in the opening credits forever. But as soon as the plot's started, you know it has to end sometime.
posted on Thursday, June 05, 2003
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