Senior Year...

First day of senior year:

I'm not sure what to say about it. No, it wasn't the greatest experience in the whole freaking world and no, it wasn't the most horrible thing EVER (kinda). It was extremely awkward in fact. I didn't like it because of that but that also made me like it as well, no need to impress people I don't know. I just need to find my rhythm to the entire thing again. That's the hardest part of all. I'm out of my comfort spot all over again.

You know? The worst thing is that you could know one person in each class but they got their set of friends they would rather hang out with in the same class. Those, my dear, are called cliques and the thing about me is that i don't really have one. I have my cousin whom i hang out with everyday but she's not a clique, she's my family. Basically, i'm hanging with my sister. Not much of a 'friend catcher' but when i do find one...Jesus. It's one after the other after the other after the other. I 'recycle friends' also. It's great to be a freaking nomad in high school. I live in a bubble of awkwardness.