I don't know what words to put here, I think all the ink has run out of my head and bled onto the oh-so-many yearbooks that I signed. But like the writer with an empty pen, I still have words to say. Unlike said writer, I don't really know what those words are.
I love yearbooks. Those words went to good places, good hearts.
Hopefully one heart will really understand their meaning. More likely than not, well, they will just be confused. Like me.
I am tired I do know that. Exhausted. To the point where I don't really know what I am doing on the computer. I should be in bed, sleeping. Maybe it's for all you readers, for there are so many of you. And maybe it's for me. It's probably mostly for me. Work kept me really tired, and set some stress into my future. Funny how I am looking forward to the weekend being over. And looking forward to exam days. It's really odd how that works.
The Shaytars had their baby. It was so cute and chubby. I really do love babies, and little kids. It was my grandma's birthday, I love my family. I miss them.
School is over, but it really doesn't feel like it. I got three teachers to sign my yearbook. Mr. McMillain's was funny. He makes me excited for next year. I had a small epiphany today, about how much I love my friends. Maybe because some of them are leaving for a really long time, or because school ended, maybe it was the sun. Either way, I love them. How to say it differently, because love is a word that I do believe has lost it's effect for some. You all honestly bring color, texture and feeling to my dreams, my day to day. When I am with you, it's like clocks start ticking and the earth happily spins on, when I had doubt's about it even being round in the first place. You erase all that. I don't know how else to say it, you ensure that I know that everything makes sense, if only for a few minuets every day. Whether I see you everyday or only hang out with you ever so often, you should know that I am so very grateful for you, for all that you have taught me, and made me see in myself. I don't feel the need to call you out by name, for in some way or another, you all hold me in place, keep me grounded, and keep me growing. Thank you. It makes me glad to know that there are many more days in store for us in the future.
Night all
11.6.10
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ReplyDeletedo you really have to comment on my inability to spell where ever you go?
ReplyDeleteHaha, way to ruin something deep and meaningful, Hannah.
ReplyDelete... Ahem, this was a very touching and emotion-provoking piece.
ReplyDeleteYou said it, batesda.
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