game over

It's over. I didn't really feel it until Smith gave us that speech after our final. Fuck. And I looked at Miguel. And then it hit me hard. I'm never gonna have another class with him, no more notes to copy, no more working on our projects together. Fuck. And Jer would write the most sentimental shit, too. Ugh. Then York's class. Sean's like "Can we just stop the clock? I don't wanna leave this." 5 more minutes of my favorite class. That shit hit me hard too. Teo and I just looked at eachother for the longest time and then I heard that and I couldn't help it. And it's so much harder since we're in magnet. I've been going to school with the same people all four years. I mean, I got so sick of them. Ahaha. But now it's just like... I won't be seeing these people for how long. I took all that shit for granted. It's just like Jerwyn said "But seeing you at school everyday, knowing i get to see your face, it made me feel... safe. At home." FUCK. And dance. Today was the last time I'd ever spend official class time in that studio. I was one of the originals, the pioneers. We started that shit and it's all over. We're not a part of it anymore. No doubt I'ma be over there every chance I get, but I'm not a part of it and it's sad. FUUUCK.

Bittersweet, you're gonna be the death of me.
I don't want you, but I need you,
I love you and hate you at the very same time.

Tomorrow is the dance banquet. The last official thing I'm having with the team I helped start. God, this is really happening.

God grant me the serenity
To accept the things I cannot change,
The courage to change the things i can,
And the wisdom to know the difference.