High School is Ending and I Don't Want It To.

Sandtrap · October 18, 2015, 07:19:42 PM

Ah, I can't tell you how great of a day it was, when I went into my school, opened up my locker, grabbed the shit that was mine, and walked out the doors, never to come back.

It was an up and down feeling. Excitement that I had decided to finally end it. And some little bit of worry and disappointment at the same time.

I didn't really know what to do for a few days after that.

I think it's a little bit part of our nature to do that. When things become routine for us, and we're suddenly set free with no chains, we're not sure what to do. That's because your safety is now compromised. That illusion, that comfort of a life that you're used to living that reassures you that you're doing fine, is now gone.

Don't worry. You'll find other routines in due time.

R o c k e t · October 18, 2015, 07:23:30 PM

Quote from: Epsira on October 17, 2015, 07:51:34 PM

Quote from: Casper on October 17, 2015, 07:49:00 PM
My senior year involved a lot of crying. It was my best and worst year.
Same, but without the best part.
I lived in my closet for the last month of it

:/

Rinev · October 18, 2015, 07:23:51 PM

Quote from: eggsalad on October 17, 2015, 05:35:07 PM

you suddenly have to spend your time wisely.

And in most cases, money too.

Epsira · October 18, 2015, 07:33:10 PM

Quote from: CockRocket on October 18, 2015, 07:23:30 PM

Quote from: Epsira on October 17, 2015, 07:51:34 PM
Quote from: Casper on October 17, 2015, 07:49:00 PM
My senior year involved a lot of crying. It was my best and worst year.
Same, but without the best part.
I lived in my closet for the last month of it

:/

I actually really like my closet though, I'm a little bit claistrophilic so the snugness of it felt very homey and safe.
Then my mother filled it with her clothes and furniture so I wouldn't go back. It, unlike my room, had a lock so it was a space only I had access to. I usually sleep with a knife or my sword because I'm paranoid, but I didn't have to worry as much about being stabbed in the closet. Now I have to push my dresser in front of my door if I want privacy and it's very heavy

However, I was really angry one day and accidentally destroyed part of the door, so you can open it even when locked now

R o c k e t · October 18, 2015, 07:35:12 PM

I chose not being friends with the popular kids my freshman year. I found them annoying, but if I had tolerated them then I would have been in their group and probably been one of the most popular people in my school.

I don't regret the choices and friends I made, but I do wonder how things would have changed if I went back and did that.