To Be Gone

So, here I am. Home at five for the first time in the last month. It's rather boring actually. Really, really, boring.

I suppose that isn't entirely too terrible though. I mean, if anything, this will give me a reason to blog again.

Another countdown has begun, another set of days until I once again, return to my roots. Last time was not exactly what you would call fun, but I think it will be different this time. I think that this go around, things will be alot better. I would say that's just false, guilty optimism, but I'm starting to convince myself otherwise. I mean, I know it isn't going to be fun the whole time I'm there...

but this will, overall, give me a chance to show them I've changed. That I'm a different person.

And honestly, I have a few people to thank for that.

There are people out there who have showed me what it means to be myself. There are people out there who have showed me that it's okay to show my feelings. There are people out there who have taught me that who I was, where I came from, what my past is, that all of those things don't make me excluded.

I have been shown that people really, truly care. Those people know who they are...and if they don't. I guess they could ask me if they are one of them.

Today was the last day for the IB senior class. I'm not one to cry at things like this, but I definitely will miss them. I know alot of things aren't going to be the same without them. I just hope that next year, people will have a reason to miss me. I hope that I inspire people with whatever it is I do, enough so that they will want to do the same when they are older.

I get that this feeling could be interpreted as being egocentric, and narcissistic, but I think that's okay with me.

Goodbye seniors...

you inspired me.