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Philippians 4:13
Hi my name is Marybelle. I like stimulation, literature, and people who can touch my soul~
I GRADUATED, YITCHES.
It’s been a long ass journey, Lowell HS. I still remember the day I got accepted. I was sleeping on my bed and all of a sudden I hear my older sister run up the stairs screaming, haha. I would catch myself at my most stressful times and wonder how my life would be like if I went to another school.. but now I look back and it’s like,wtf was I thinking?Lowell was definitley a pusher to me. It pushed to become the person I am today. All the racist teachers I had to deal with, the drama, losing friends + gaining friends, cheer / senior letter, the pile of work I’d get every night, arena, the mod schedule, everything had some type of impact. Oh, and although he won’t see this, Mr. Yang, I fucking love you, you are hands down the best counselor ever. I swear, I was probably the happiest girl when it came to crossing that stage, Lowell is no joke. But now I have three months of summer ‘til college. No worries, I have my whole life, well maybe not my WHOLE life, planned out thanks to my amazing siblings. Lately, i’ve realized that i’ve been taking too many things for granted, sigh. And some I can’t take back. But it’s okay, you live and you learn. But anyways, I left right after grad cause my phone died and I was starving. Bro took us out to eat. Then the next day, I went to my baby’s grad. Ouuuuue, so proud of him :) Congrats to all the graduates of 2012, we did it boiiiiiiii.
And with you,
you take my mind away. As if you tie my thoughts onto balloons and they float away with no doubt or fear. I am free to think / say whatever I want. With your exquisite sentence structure and fond interest in mine, you never fail to make me happy. I’m happy because I finally found someone who although might not take in the same passion I have for literature, but you still try just because I like it. And you’re pretty good at it too lol. I don’t know, maybe it was just the small gesture of catching you read over my shoulder today or being able to converse with me about Disney Princesses and their meanings. Our conversations are simple yet complex, you leave my mind in a trance. No escape is ever needed when i’m with you because you’re the greatest escape i’ve ever encountered.
Lets just say, you’re fucking with my mind, in the right kind of way.
What the actual.
Tomorrow is the last day of high school… the last fucking day. It still hasn’t hit me yet. But I must say, signing all these yearbooks and seeing everyone’s tweets & such about graduating is making me s0o0o0o sad. :( Lowell was definitley one helluva experience and as much as I want to go back to freshman year and start over, I can’t. I have to move on to bigger and better things. I regret so much shit, but at the same time I don’t. Sighhh, oh how I wish I could have at least my senior year back. Well besides that, I am so happy. I got blueberries and a hand-picked bouqet from my garbage truck and it was just the sweetest gesture. Hehehe.
