As we go on

Shit son.

Life flies by way too fast. I have four classes left of high school, ever.

Four.

I remember my first day of grade one, crying to my mom saying I didn't want to go. I didn't want to grow up. I was a smart one. I should have fought harder that day. For I would do anything to go back to that. Thankfully, I know I no longer have high school drama to deal with as my school days reach an end. And that is something I am very excited for. Knowing I can go off and live my life. Be passionate and move forward instead of being forced to go to the same three rooms everyday. It's a great feeling.

It also means I need to learn how to kick my own butt into gear and actually get things done. That, in it's own, will be quite interesting.

Until then,

Ky.xo