Left to my own devices.
Cliché, pathetic, I know, believe me, but without this it’s so true.
Please don’t think less of me.
I stop and stare out of the window. I’ll miss this.
I will miss having to see you everyday. I will not let us drift apart.
Day and night, winter and summer. Opposite but the same, and oh so cliché.
I hate them but they are so true. Maybe it’s the truth that I hate, the overused, bastardized truth.
The truth; I won’t miss school. I won’t miss the rigid structure. I definately won’t miss the politics. I will however miss you. I already do.
End of school and loosing touch with those you care about.