life is fucking strange, i can't stop smiling and the strangest things are happening in the most understated way. i think i'm in love and it's fucked up because there's no chance but i feel as though there's someone who i can talk to and be 'myself', whoever that is i have no idea, but with him everything becomes more tangible and i begin to like myself more, or something else erratically unexplainable and possibly insanity inducing. this past week has been incredible unimaginable, from the beach last friday in fucking cold weather, bonfires and bikinis, a totally killed social life, nearly fainting after my event in the last swimming carnival ever, the year twelve jump, monash university, paper hat party on the train, chillin' at the library with wonderful people, new traditions and imaginative rides to school with the most unlikely passenger, late nights and lack of sleep due to drowning in homework and unbearable heat, fleeting infatuation and immature escapades, and endless badminton tournaments.
i'm overcome with nostalgia, but its only the beginning of the end. there's so much left to come, and when it happens, that when it all really begins. it's kind of ironic how i've spent my whole life wanting to get out of high school, and now that i can see the end i'm starting to appreciate the friends, the memories, the opportunities, the experiences. i'm starting to like life, in all its quirky surprises and unlikely coincidences. here's to the future, to possibilities.
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