For The Last Time

Dear whoever has found this,

I hope you understand what you're getting yourself into. I'm being dead serious. You're about to read through things that shouldn't have even been found out about in the first place. But I know you're going to read on anyway. Snooping through people's things isn't a great quality, you know? Since you're here though, you may as well read what happened to me in my senior year and I'm telling you right now that it ends tragically. I know you're probably curious. Curious as to how my last year in high school was the craziest and most eccentric journey a normal teenager has definitely ever been put through. Curious as to what must have been so tragic to make me have no other choice but to overwhelm this page with all my emotions. It was either this or it was therapy, so I found myself a cute looking journal in Wal-Mart and well, here I am. What are you waiting for? Carry on reading. I dare you. Let me take you back twelve months to where this all began. Great Ontario High School, where ironically great things never seem to happen...