Time is Gone

Time is now going. I am in high school, and now I'm at a loss as to how I will make it the rest of these years. It's funny, really. I hear so many hilarious stories about older people; accomplished people, who were sitting in Physics, gazing out the window, much like me, waiting patiently for their own escape. So how did they escape to stardom? I'll never know. One thing I do know is this: We only have these four years before we're thrust out into the world, arms crossed and eyes closed for impact, only to see that we either make it or break it, so to speak. Our fragile wings shatter as we hit the ground; all those years of ditching and smoking with our pals really busted us big time. Or the muscles we've grown kick in, and we land with aching feet, but a strong resolve. College, I'm sure, is a different matter. I have determined not to let parties interfere with my studies. Besides, I missed homecoming. How much of a partier could I be? But I'll cross said bridge when I come to it. For now, I'm strolling my way through high school, hoping one day I'll either A.) Meet someone famous, B.) I'll BE famous, or C.) I'll be content. I do indeed have very reachable goals, and that should help. My thoughts are weary, and my mind is weak. I have to get up in a few hours. I suppose I'm off to bed.