As much as I wish I was, I know I'm not capable of postponing the end. So this is the infamous feeling of "I want more...let me out! But wait! I want to stay longer..." I'm sick of high school and very over it. I don't think I was ever into it. But it's my comfort zone. It's my friends, my routines, my "known." At this point the rest of my life is unknown. I have sketchy blueprints and vague conceptions of what it may turn into, but the degree of definition I've had until now is fading.
John starts Pippin rehearsals soon. That takes away the next two months. Then I have Beauty and the Beast as soon as that's over. Then we graduate.
Summer. Alice is in Virginia. John is practicing for Scotland then IN Scotland.
My mom was coming home from the library today, and the car in front of her got hit by a most likely drunk man who took a really bad turn. The lady's arm broke (luckily that was all), but still. It could have been my mom if it were two seconds later. Two seconds. Life is hanging permanently on a very fragile string, completely vulnerable to and threatened by its surroundings. Everything and everyone can be taken away in two seconds.
Obviously this is a bad example, considering the woman didn't die, but the possibility underneath...
Of course, in the end, none of this technically matters. But it's almost inhuman to be able to grasp that while you're still alive.
Cody playing with Daisy, Julie's puppy:
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