but in the end it's right, I hope you've had the time of your life."
Here I am sitting on my bed, typing away. My posters are packed; the walls look too white. I want to cry. I am about to close a chapter in my life that I want to reread, but can't. I just want to pause before I have to jump off of this precipice. Now that I think about it, I don't want to grow up. Seriously, I've had the time of my life.
I hate transitions. Have I mentioned that before?