I haven’t listened to Mac Miller in so long, but he’s so High School and I’ve been feeling sentimental lately.
I’m really doing well with the guitar.
As soon as I’m good enough to play some songs, expect some videos.
I was at the school for not even two minutes and someone was talking shit about me about it.
I was seriously born with a target on my back.
Amazing
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Just did my math placement test for college.
Math was on it from 8th-10th grade. I hardly remembered any of it.
You’re an even smaller person than I had thought and you were already microscopic in my eyes.
I try to make myself as deserving of compliments as I can, so rather than seeking them, they seek me.
I’m really in a good place right now.
I’m happy with everything I do. I’m happy with everything I am. I’m happy that I feel like I can accomplish anything.
Finally chasing the dream I’ve always had of learning how to play the guitar!
I’m so ready to move on to the next phase of my life.
But let me tell you, I’m really sad to leave High School. I’ve met some interesting people, no one truly great; only a few really terrible. My school is really nice, despite it’s absurd rules. Some teachers have changed my life. I’m going to miss the place that has been my domain the past four years. The people and cliques and humor is simply irreplaceable. Paradise in some sense of the word. Tragic in some sense of the word. Beautiful in some sense of the word.
