September.

Unlike many of you, I'm glad it's September. It's the beginning of the end of the life as I know it. September begins the death of the year - The trees begin to go golden, the weather begins to cloud over but it's still occassionally warm enough to go outside and live. It's also the beginning of the last year of school. I've been doing this for.. 12 years already, and so I'm a little nervous because as far as I can remember there has been school, next year it's university... A whole different ball game. But even so, I can't wait to get there, to begin again, independantly.

Being at school also provides distractions, with my friends group somewhere between tattered to utterly destroyed, it's a chance to meet new people. I can get the summer weight back off, I can laugh, I can sing, I can be comfortable instead. With time to myself, not at home all the time. At least it's constructive. I dunno, what do you think? September - Good or Bad?

~finished.