I used to think high school was a Leonardo Da Vinci painting. Bland at the first glance but appreciate its intricate strokes and use of colors the longer I spend time on it. Turns out, everything was just bland as Brian Eno's seventh studio album cover. One color, no depth.
Senior year was supposed to be different. It was all about going out with a bang. Make the most of the remaining days left of familiarity because at the end of high school, we step into the unknown. The last hoora. Unfortunately, right now I feel the barrel of the gun is directed at my head.
I'd be lying if I said I hadn't been excited for this year since before it began a month ago. A year filled with promise of better days to come.
And one year less before I finally move out of this shitty town.
"How are you today
