It's been a short but long, crazy summer. I've had so many adventures with my friends and I've seen my two friends who had turned against each other become, again, great friends.
I've lost a friend, but I'm not even the slightest bit concerned for so many reasons that many would deem me a horrible person for even thinking those things about someone I once considered one of my best friends. Friends since she was in kindergarten (she's a year below me) and it seems everytime she gets mad at me, she gets over it eventually. We've gone years before. But lately, I couldn't care less if we never spoke again.
My dad came back last Sunday (the 29th) and I've just been busy doing stuff with him and packing more and whatnot. It's just insane. But now, all my reasons for leaving are finally sinking in. My fear is slight and my excitement is overpowering. I know who my true friends are now and I know that even if we fall apart and fade away in the end, we will never forget each other.
Inside, a thick storm once raged, but with my new experiences and knowledge, I'm finding serenity. Maybe I'll never be the most serene person, but being out of school and being around people I love and who make me happy, I'm not depressed or angry and I'm more focused on the now rather than the then. (My dad said he even noticed how much happier I am now that I'm out of that school for good.)
I'll hopefully be getting my hair cut tomorrow. Monday - I don't know what's happening. Tuesday we're packing up and Tuesday night, I'm hoping to have my friends over one last time, and Wednesday we leave. My aunt is coming with, so we can't leave until after 8:30 because she's getting her hair done... (I'm really not looking forward to this trip down there.)
Now that I'm finding peace, I'm going to try my best to hang onto it because I know it slips by far too easily.