June 1, 2018
Today is the day, the day I go in to visit my old high school.
I Have Not been there since last year or the last time I tried to visit but sadly couldn't due to security asking if I had made an appointment with one of the teachers, sadly I did not as much as I hoped to.
My heart is beating faster and faster everytime the clock ticks towards the time where I am supposed to be there waiting to walk through the doors again and not feel afraid because I'm not afraid I'm just nervous and scared to run into the people who I looked up to.
Those letters I gave to those who cared about most in my life and was inspired by truly, I hope they have kept that letter and never threw it away because I put my heart into those letters and the gifts that some have come with.
I'm afraid to run into an old face and smile at them, asking them how they have been or they ask me the same, after seeing those people I'm going to get that same feeling I felt when I had to walk out those high school dors and pour my feeling out for the last time knowing that there's no going back.
Wish me luck, I've got a bus to catch.
-Serg
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