Type A [yeah, sometimes we make lists]

Eat... check

Cry... check

Sleep... almost there.

All is full of lasts.

Last high school presentation today. The next time I present something, I will actually be nervous about it again. Last time pulling all the lunch tables together to celebrate a friend's birthday. Last time staying at school at all hours of the day to finish projects in film. Last this, last that. Ah, goodness.... sentimentality... never thought I'd find myself here. 

3 more days of high school. I show up Monday through Wednesday of next week, and that's it. It's over. It's over and it went too fast. I don't want to move on. I only want to go back. And I detest the impossibility of that desire.

Heavy heart. Heavy eyelids.

I'm not even going to bother finishing this post.