Nice Try

I just finished packing my drum set away along with my last bit of childhood and high school experience. All my stuff is packed and ready to venture to the next level of education with me. I found that I have a lot of extra baggage, and I don't think it's going to fit in the car with me. All of the heartache and heartbreak I suffered in high school are just gonna have to stay behind. All of this cynicism and angst aren't going to fit in the trunk of the car. So here's to new beginnings and all that stuff. Let's hope I learned from my mistakes and that I make something of myself. And let's hope I don't lose the parts of me that make me me.

Farewell, high school years. You were fun. You were difficult. You made me happy and you made me miserable. But you made me who I am.

Thanks to anyone who ever interacted with me in any way. Whether it was a conversation, a hello in the hallway, a passing insult, an epic fight, a meaningful friendship, a broken heart, or a missed appointment. You've helped shape me and prepare me for whatever the hell I'm supposed to be prepared for.

"Tonight we dance, for tomorrow they release the dogs."