I haven't quite written anything in a long time that was introspective and almost like an inner narrative so bear with me.

11th Grade already, damn, it feels like it's only been a few years since I got out of Elementary school. I still remember the first thing I said when I was done with 5th grade, "What now?", now looking back on that and looking back though all the things that I've done and had the pleasure or dismay to go through I say "That's what.". I could never really grasp the concept of how fast time really feels like it's going. I wish I could, then I could slow down and figure out how it worked and use it to my advantage. I understand that High School is supposed to be some of the best years of your life, and yet those years aren't really years anymore, they turn out to be just a flash before your eyes. Gone, and you can't take them back either. That's why you have to live everyday to it's fullest, take life as it comes and never look back, it leaves too many scars and wounds open and that we'd much rather not have that way and speeds everything up. I looked back too long and realised it too late. I'll never be able to regain those lost years and months that I could have had at my disposal, but now they're just a slight scintillating glow in the back of my memories, an instantaneous glisten in the dark and nothing more. Take life serious enough to be thought of as a respectable person, but never too seriously as I have in recent times. Never live out what you think to be a lie, come clean and things become clearer and cleaner in actuality. Just be true to yourself and never let your chin hang low, be you, be who you truly are deep down inside.