Farewells?

Its been like forever since I've written something for this blog. As usual, I'm doing this as I type out this post.

The name of this post should be telling enough for what the content is about. After leaving PJC a year early, I never really thought of the difference had I left it with the others. I'm almost certain I'd be a lot less happy, a lot more hungover sadness, a lot more angst-y, and even more clueless for life and As than I am now. But all of that aside, I guess I do long to be part of..

Something? Considering how it was never the class/school that achieved anything, but rather the work of a select few, perhaps my being there would have led to the same regret and possibly a lack of any sort of recognition or satisfaction.

Still, I am human enough to declare that I do wish I had a farewell, that I had a prom I could attend, a homeroom to go to, and even the small shitty tests you go through on a semi regular basis.

Aaaaand maybe I wouldn't be as broke :D


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Like a glass pane, I am set in my place
A berth given by others to not touch
Lest I fall and shatter, oh, such disgrace
Befall on you, should you budge me too much.

Past me lies a sordid truth, hidden by
A thousand other windows yet in stones
Refracting the light, to and from the sky
With edges rough, unrefined colour tones.

Seen through, keeping out all, while you keep warm
Protected from even the heaviest storm
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