I hate this time of the year. I hate graduation. Graduation reminds me of the bad things.

1. Relatives

While all my friends are out and about with families..I’m sitting here in front of the computer. Each time something like this pops up, I realize how screwed up this environment I grew up in is. I really don’t have anybody to rely on other than 4 people (my moodiness is not helping though). I wish I could say that I had aunts/uncles/cousins who care and support, but I just don’t. It sucks because I get to hear about how all my friends have their house filled with relatives right now. They have people who fly hundreds and thousands of miles to attend their graduation and they complain, while I have ones that aren’t willing to travel even five miles. I wonder how it feels to walk the stage knowing that there are a ton of people sitting in the crows who are proud of you? Well that’s life I guess. You gain some, you lose some. 

2. Having to say goodbye & start over

I started with nothing and as nothing at GHS. Somehow over these four years, I managed to become class president and a friend to all these people. I’ve never met people like them. It’s really making me wonder if I’ll find friends like these in college or ever again. I also never felt so accepted at school before. I never felt so loved by my classmates. I’m thankful to them for taking care of me and protecting me. Things that I’d never thought I’d see happening to me in high school happened you know? I always see it in movies, but wow. I never imagined myself being voted senior class president, senior most, prom princess…All these things are really new to me, but I welcome them and I am grateful nonetheless. I have an identity here. I am the weird, quirky kid. No, I didn’t have to be “popular” or tall or skinny to get to where I am today. I was just me these past four years. What will I be the next few years? Will people accept my big bows and oversized clothes? GHS didn’t judge my spiked hair, unlike my so called “friends” that I hung out with outside of school a few years ago. GHS embraced all the different sides of me.  

My birthday: no cake, no pictures 

I don’t have anything to show for my 17th birthday. I got no “happy birthday” or present. There was no make up for it the next day either. 

On the other hand, we couldn’t celebrate the birthday yesterday, but still got money and “happy birthday“‘s from morning to night.

Today: made up for it with a cake & pictures

Way to make a kid feel like trash.