This is it.

Goodbye, my old school. Goodbye, friends. Goodbye to the everyday-life that made these four years worth the pain of ninth grade.


I'll be going to Belgium with the orchestra tomorrow. 24 hours, by bus, to Antwerpen.

*groan*


Don't expect quick answers while I'm gone.


Excuse the many empty spaces. My eyes are falling shut from all the crying today.


There was a river of tears flowing out under our classroom door. I've never cried as much in my whole life.


I bid my farewells to you, for a time

BUT WHEN I'M BACK, IT'S PHOTO-TIME!



SUMMERBREAK!