.:Last Oncore:.

"Don't let it end this way. Tell them I said something." --Poncho Villa.

I started this journal three years ago. At the time, I never imagined that this would last as long as it has. But somehow I have broken through the mold of irresponsiblity and slothfullness; I have seen the completion of something. It hasn't been anything great or amazing, but it's been something. It's been my life. And that's enough for me.

It's strange to look back and seen what I was like three years ago. A freshman in highschool. Now I'm on the brink of graduating from high school and entering college with enough credits to be a sophomore. (I bet you didn't know that? You always wondered, all you wondered and even asked) Wow. How things change. How the years fly by.

I have seen friends come and go. I've seen hearts broken and broken a few of my own. I've seen christmases and birthdays, bat mitzvahs and kwanzaas even. I have seen a comet and the planet Mars. I have walked under the stars on a dimly lit sidewalk. i have felt like I never thought I could ever feel before. I have experienced what I thought was love and came to the conclusion that it was just infatuation. I have hated, I have forgiven, I have becun again.

There are three years worth of memories on this journal. This years worth of random teenage jumbles, emotions living outloud and outspoken. I have started again. Once I thought that I would print out every entry of this, every entry and put it in a binder to remember. Once. It's funny to see who I once was, and what I am now. It's funny.

So this is goodbye to the longest relationship that I have ever had. You will not be missed. But you will be remembered.

Exits stage left.
are you coming with me?

03 April, 2005 - 5:14 p.m.

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