Sometimes things are heaps good… and everything feels right. But then the walls fall down and your left lying on the floor. Today was the last day of school, which was heaps cool. But I didn’t feel completley happy or sad either. Subdued I guess.

But then when your okay, an obstacle rises in front of you and the high you were on slips away. Everything is f$%^&d… One quarter of this house can’t understand that I’ve been waiting for this for three years and I’m not going to give up without giving it my best. Another quarter thinks everything is cool, but thats just scratching the surface. And what was just said I did not want to hear. If I don’t think of things I am fine…. so why did that last sentence need to be said?