Tomorrow's the day. I'm going to see you for the last time.
This nightmare sucks. I'm ready to wake up and get away from it all.
I'm ready to wake up and text you.
Some of my teachers have asked me if I want to go to the counselor. That's the last thing I want to do. If I told our counselor half the stuff on my mind, she might would be as messed up as I am.
I don't want people to know what I'm thinking. I don't want the people we were friends with to know just how much I blame myself even though I know it wasn't my fault.
People have told me that it gets better. I'm getting to a point where I don't believe them.
How can you lose some of the stages shine and then move on like nothing happened?
You were our stages shine.
I'm starting to feel like I'm starting to live as the shell of a teenager. I have guilt that shouldn't be there. I've fallen into a really bad rut.
I miss the way you laughed.
I keep thinking about the time when you tricked me into showing you my hand.
I swear I was the dumbest thing last year. You can definitely vouch for that.
I've been listening to your music more.
Good lord, that one where you apologized for your 'emoness' that one got depressing.
You liked happy songs, too, though. You just liked to give of the bad boy vibe.
Remember the rap battle at the end of the last show?
We're gonna make some more memories like that when I wake back up.
As of now, see you tomorrow.
You made the stage shine the brightest.
