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chu_totoroso done with this school.
I only wish there were less loose ends to tie up and that I could just walk away now without them all trailing behind at my feet but alas, it is not to be.
Ditching most of senior week because I am a bad daughter and don't feel a strong enough sense of filial piety. But also my parents are chill. I swear, I wouldn't ditch graduation if they were going to, say, totally freak out and never forgive me for the rest of my life or something.
This is one of those moments with falsely imbued import that I'm probably going to regret missing sometime later on in my life, but right now I could care less.
I've discovered that I like to be free. Like a bird. Just me and my own, winging about, chasing my every whim. I hate being loaded down. I hate backpacking. My idea of travel is to bring as little as you possibly can and wander, never knowing more than the destination of tomorrow. I don't want to bring a whole home with me on my back. Like Shanna said today, she goes backpacking to find a nice place to settle down and set up camp, whereas I go traveling for the sake of traveling. It's not a mistake that I spend my time floating from group to group (clique to clique? no, our school is not so divided as all that) and never stick. It's there, somewhere in my blood.
Someday in my life I will probably step into the world with all of my naive beliefs about freedom and have them crushed beneath me like a dung beetle. Until then, ja.
(Senior beach day was a lot of fun.)
I only wish there were less loose ends to tie up and that I could just walk away now without them all trailing behind at my feet but alas, it is not to be.
Ditching most of senior week because I am a bad daughter and don't feel a strong enough sense of filial piety. But also my parents are chill. I swear, I wouldn't ditch graduation if they were going to, say, totally freak out and never forgive me for the rest of my life or something.
This is one of those moments with falsely imbued import that I'm probably going to regret missing sometime later on in my life, but right now I could care less.
I've discovered that I like to be free. Like a bird. Just me and my own, winging about, chasing my every whim. I hate being loaded down. I hate backpacking. My idea of travel is to bring as little as you possibly can and wander, never knowing more than the destination of tomorrow. I don't want to bring a whole home with me on my back. Like Shanna said today, she goes backpacking to find a nice place to settle down and set up camp, whereas I go traveling for the sake of traveling. It's not a mistake that I spend my time floating from group to group (clique to clique? no, our school is not so divided as all that) and never stick. It's there, somewhere in my blood.
Someday in my life I will probably step into the world with all of my naive beliefs about freedom and have them crushed beneath me like a dung beetle. Until then, ja.
(Senior beach day was a lot of fun.)
