Last night was quite eventful. I went to a friend from high school's granfather's funeral, and saw a bunch of my old highschool friends. I'm not going to lie and tell you I wasn't happy to see them, I was.
All my life, people have been telling me that my highschool years were going to be the best years of my life. They weren't. Lest's all be frank; highschool sucked, man.
All I ever thought for the entirety of those three years was: 'If this is as good as my life will get, kill me now.'
It was a time of mass confusion, fighting (with friends, parents, teachers etc..), and absolute hell.
So as I was sitting there, looking at the familiar faces of the girls I loved, hated, and loved to hate, I wondered; Do I miss them? Is it nostalgia that is making me want to burst into tears, or is it the fact that my good friend is in mourning? And more importantly; is it them I miss, or is it(god forbid), highschool?
You must understand that it is very hard for me to admit that missing high school even crossed my mind. Oh, the shame!
What is it about highschool that fools people into thinking that it was actually even a little bit fun? I graduated last year, and I can tell you it wasn't. IT WASN'T.
However horrible highschool was, I can't say I didn't learn some very valuable lessons, (and I assure you, it wasn't in chemistry calss).
I learned not to trust people, I've had people take advantage of me in the most horrible ways.. You can't even begin to imagine.
I learned how to speak my mind, and not let people push me around.
I learned that true friends ALWAYS call you back.
And ofcourse, I learned that smoking is gross and it gives you bad breath.
That is all for now, take care, kids!