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Its been a while since I've written anything in this journal.
Lately, since school is going to start pretty soon, I've been cleaning out my old stuff so I can put in some fresh supplies. As I was going through all of my eighth grade works and previous drawings, I felt lighthearted. Touching the college-ruled sheets of white notebook paper, (doing my best not to smear the ink on the pages!!), various thoughts and memories pumped through the blood vessels of my brain, like a bolt of lightning shot right through me.
I've spent all summer thinking that I was losing my grip on composing literature and sketching, and maybe I was even letting my beautifully blossomed vocabulary wilt into a rotting rose. But, this time for sure, I think I'm back. While I was reading and flipping through my notebooks and folders, a heavy, depressingly grim aura began to form around me. Eighth grade has provided me the chance of a lifetime to develop my personality and enhance multiple skills. Almost everyone played a major role in my stunning growth, including all of my teachers. Teachers have never been my favorite people in the world, but last year that changed.
I found myself remembering the warm memories I had shared with my teachers from team 8E, and soliloquizing, "Its all over now isn't it?"
I don't want to forget or move on to meet new teachers. Part of me is still fighting the need to grow, denying the brutal truth, trying to cling onto what's left of the 08'-09' school year. The darkness chased after me and finally caught hold of my soul, once that happened... The storm passed.
I felt all the weight lifting off of my shoulders, and the blocks inside of my mind finally breaking down. Everything finally commenced to reform. I've decided that I will do my best to IMMEDIATELY continue to work on the 2nd official chapter of my story [Revived under the moonlight - Sukiko-chan's story] and maybe even give myself some more practice on drawing, so that when the school year starts up again, I won't have to worry about having dulled art or writing skills and I can spend more time expanding my talent's horizon instead of trying to sharpen them.
:'D It feels good to look through old stuff.
[But, even though I seem uber happy about school starting, I feel like vomiting/crying whenever I think about it @_@ The anxiety is too much for me to handle right now. Plus, I really don't think I'm ready to start waking up early again and doing homework D; ]
 Deadstar x Assembly · Wed Aug 12, 2009 @ 02:43am · 2 Comments |
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